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"
I
want
to
hear
everything
about
you
.
"
"
How
is
Nicole
—
and
Lanier
and
Topsy
?
"
"
They
’
re
fine
.
They
often
speak
of
you
—
"
The
phone
rang
.
While
she
answered
it
Dick
examined
two
novels
—
one
by
Edna
Ferber
,
one
by
Albert
McKisco
.
The
waiter
came
for
the
table
;
bereft
of
its
presence
Rosemary
seemed
more
alone
in
her
black
pajamas
.
"
.
.
.
I
have
a
caller
.
.
.
.
No
,
not
very
well
.
I
’
ve
got
to
go
to
the
costumer
’
s
for
a
long
fitting
.
.
.
.
No
,
not
now
.
.
.
"
As
though
with
the
disappearance
of
the
table
she
felt
released
,
Rosemary
smiled
at
Dick
—
that
smile
as
if
they
two
together
had
managed
to
get
rid
of
all
the
trouble
in
the
world
and
were
now
at
peace
in
their
own
heaven
.
.
.
"
That
’
s
done
,
"
she
said
.
"
Do
you
realize
I
’
ve
spent
the
last
hour
getting
ready
for
you
?
"
But
again
the
phone
called
her
.
Dick
got
up
to
change
his
hat
from
the
bed
to
the
luggage
stand
,
and
in
alarm
Rosemary
put
her
hand
over
the
mouthpiece
of
the
phone
.
"
You
’
re
not
going
!
"
"
No
.
"
