JUDY WAS ENGAGED FOR the next couple of evenings, and Fraser himself was invited to dinner at Sworsky’s the night after that. So it wasn’t till the end of the week that he called her again.
“Hullo, sweetheart,” he said exuberantly. “How’s things? I refer to Charles Addams Things, of course.”
“Oh—Colin.” Her voice was very small, and it trembled.
“Look, I’ve got two tickets to H. M. S. Pinafore. So put on your own pinafore and meet me.”
“Colin—I’m sorry, Colin. I can’t.”
“Huh?” He noticed how odd she sounded, and a leadenness grew within him. “You aren’t sick, are you?”
“Colin, I—I’m going to be married.”
“What?”
“Yes. I’m in love now; really in love. I’ll be getting married in a couple of months.”
“But—but—”
“I didn’t want to hurt you.” He heard her begin to cry.
“But who—how—”
