“TELEPHONE FOR YOU, Vicki!” Charmion called.
It was the airport. “Miss Barr? Report at five tomorrow morning for the six-o’clock run to Memphis. Hangar Eight.”
It was also ten o’clock and Mrs. Duff was bouncing through the living room chasing the callers home.
“Shucks,” said Vicki to Dean. “Just when we were getting acquainted. But I’d have to get to sleep soon, anyway.” She told him excitedly about her assignment. Dean’s steady gaze did not flicker. “Um-hmm.”
“You might say it’s a nice assignment, or good luck, or something.”
“I’ve already said it with flowers.” He picked up his hat. “See you at six A.M. I’m on that run too.” He smiled down at her. “When you bring me coffee tomorrow morning, remember I take cream and no sugar. G’night, Vic.”
