"Umm ... I guess so."
"I," I told her, "am coming to bed."
* * * * *
Lois rattled the handle of the stall-shower door, and I shut off the
water. "Yeah?"
"Telephone, darling."
"At _this_ hour? Who is it?"
"Sounds like Purcell."
"For Crisake!" I came out and grabbed a towel. "This is worse than one
of those Hollywood farces about honeymooners. What's he want?"
"I didn't dare ask him, he sounded so grumpy."