something to eat afterwards. You know, a little quiet stag party. I won't be late. 'Night."
"Good night," answered young Hubert and his mother.
Hubert Senior went out the back door to the garage. He was thinking of Carl Feldman and his May. Now that was a nice way to live. Like Carl did. He had a girl who appreciated him and understood him and was always ready for anything. Of course they weren't married, but Carl was good to her. Hubert played with the notion of himself having a girl friend who would be like May only better-looking. Why not? Gee, he wasn't treated right at home and he had money enough to do what he liked. Fifteen thousand dollars was a lot of money. Well, if a nice girl came his way, he'd certainly consider the whole thing. After all, plenty of good fellows were doing the same thing all over the world.
He climbed into the Packard and stepped on the starter.
