“Miss Betty! How are you, ma’am?”
“I’m fine, dear, especially for someone my age.”
“Oh, don’t give me that. You’re still just a girl!”
“And don’t you give me that, young man. I’m a woman of mature years.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I giggled. “What’s up?”
“Dr. Pell would like to talk with you. Is it all right if I put you on hold for a moment?”
“Miss Betty, you can hold me anytime.”
“Naughty boy!” This time she was giggling.
In a moment or so, Whitney was on the line. “Hi, hunk! How are you?”
“Hey, Whitney! I’m glad you’re still talking to me.”
He chuckled. “Better not go there. What I’m calling about is to ask you to stop by and see me when you can. At the office, that is. So I’ll be sure to have all my clothes on.”
I wondered if his office door was open and whether Miss Jean heard that. I
