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 "What'd he do to you?"

"Me? Oh, he was all right about me, then."

"He didn't hurt you at all?"

She knew what I meant and replied, "He did not! Christina saw to that."

"Oh, she's back with him?"

"Umhm. That's why she saw to it."

"All right," I said; and kept hold of her. My property, she was; mine.

"You're forgiving me?" I said.

"For what?"

"Down on Wall Street; and what I did after I'd been hit."

"Oh, that was you, Steve, just you."

Pretty soon, then, I asked her, "What's Vine's idea for us now?"

You'd have thought I would have asked that the first thing. But question any doctor; inquire how patients act when they know there's no hope for them. Do they say right away, "What is it, doctor?" They do not; they say. "Lovely weather; and what a view from this window!"

Doris was like a doctor in that, when I got around to asking her, she did her stalling, too; but finally she told me, "Well, I guess for us it's the 'glass room'."