"Any of you live in Hartford, Connecticut?" Hubert asked. "Well, let's go."
"Where first?" asked Lillian.
"We'll get rid of Fred," Hubert said, determinedly.
Hymie lit a cigarette. "Mind if I throw ashes on the floor, Hubert?" he asked.
Hubert laughed. "I don't care what you do," he said. Then after a moment of thoughtful silence he added, "Of course, I mean, within reason. Be careful of the upholstery, will you, Hymie?"
"Sure."
"Don't do anything in Hubert's Packard, darling, that you wouldn't do in our Essex," said Theresa.
"Oh, you got a car? Why didn't you come over in it tonight?" asked Hubert, innocently.
Theresa laughed. "Well, you see, we knew that Mary lives in Woodlawn and Fred on a Hundred and Third Street."
Hubert could have saved Mary till the last and dropped her off on his way home, but he wanted a few minutes alone with Lillian. He delivered Fred and then the Mosses to their homes and Lillian stayed in the car as they drove through Inwood and up to Anna's house and thence to Woodlawn. They started back to Inwood then. Hubert was happy. He sang as they came across Fordham.
He broke off to remark, "Billy's a clever kid, isn't he?"
