Kew greeted her, pleasure printed all over his square browned face. “Griselda, this is a good surprise. I thought you were in New York. Where’s Con off to?”
She put her hand in his. “Grand to see you, Kew. It’s been too long.” And she shrugged, laughing to hide her displeasure. “You know Con’s thirst. He’ll be back.” She didn’t have the least assurance that he would, but one had to pretend; if he had no manners or bad ones, she must cover up for him.
Kew asked in surprise, “But what are you doing in Long Beach? I understood you were the particular bright-haired child designer of the studios. I should have expected to run into you at the movie hideouts, not here.”
She said simply, knowing it would explain all to one who knew him, “Con wanted to come,” and she added, “We’re married again,
