“Is that you, Roger?” Marino asked, and his voice was filled with warmth.
“Hi, Tony!”
“Hi yourself. When are you taking your family to see God’s own country?”
“You’re going to have a shock soon,” Roger said. “I can’t hold ‘em back much longer.”
“Make it as soon as you can. Spring is a wonderful time in the Adirondacks! Don’t keep putting it off, Roger. That invitation comes from Lissa, too.”
“Just give me time to soften my chief up.” He paused for Marino’s chuckle. “How is Lissa?”
“She’s just fine,” said Marino, “and she’d like to talk to you.” Marino paused, as if he knew that Roger might want a moment to get used to that; but he needn’t have paused. “Before she does, I’ve some news for you. About Lissa. She can’t be sane, Roger, she surely can’t be sane. She’s going to marry me. How do you like that?”
Lissa’s voice sounded in the background.
“He’d better like it. Let me talk to him.” A moment passed. “Hi, Roger,” Lissa said. “Tell Tony it’s the sanest thing I’ve ever done, will you?”
“Sanest?” He stopped himself from saying “bravest”.
“Luckiest!”
It was good to hear her laughter.
THE END
