Holman knew that. He could find nothing to say back to Nancy. He
frowned and went into his tent, slamming the flap behind him.
* * * * *
After closing the storeroom door, Holman carried the two old suitcases
down the bright corridor to Nancy's kitchen.
Nancy smiled at him and then at the brown, scuffed luggage. "Oh, sure,
those will do," she said. "I guess the movers will be able to take care
of the heavy stuff."
Holman agreed and picked up his half-finished cup of coffee. "And we
can leave lots of the stuff here. If we're going to use this as sort of
a summer place. I don't think we'll have to worry about vandals."
From the doorway Nancy said, "Not many girls bring a spaceship as a
dowry."
Holman took her shoulders and turned her back into the room. "We can
make Shandy sort of a watch-dog."
"If he ever comes back."
"It's only little more than a day he's been gone."
"You were unkind to him."
"I know. I'm sorry."