"Marcia--" he began, and described her. We were made to see a woman
somewhere between Elaine-the-Fair and Florence Nightingale. "I was
just about licked when we met! I'm a physicist--work on atomic energy.
She made me live--filled me with new feelings--taught me what love
could mean to a man like me. Then--we scrapped. Over nearly nothing!"
His eyes moved reproachfully to me--then back, confidingly, to the
girl. She was listening, nodding with understanding, frowning with
sympathy, and keeping her red lips parted the whole time. "We scrapped.
She decided we weren't suited to each other. So she left me. That
was--yesterday. I'd give everything I own to get her back! Everything I
own--and am!"
"What exactly did you fight about?" Yvonne asked.