“Paulie, I’m not sure about this.” “Don’t worry,” Paulie said, practically bouncing up and down with anticipation. “It’s only one night. That’s in keeping with your philosophy about servicemen, isn’t it?” “Yes, but generally I know the chap before I spend an evening with him in a darkened theater.” “Unlike Paulie,” Betsy chimed in. Paulie stuck out her tongue, then returned to Lulu. “Besides, aren’t you eager to celebrate?” “That I am.” Based on her testimony alone, she’d cleared the Accidents Committee’s inquisition without issue. Nicky hadn’t needed to speak on her behalf, although his presence had done much to keep her calm and rational. Yet her mind was never calm, never rational. Three weeks had passed since she’d plowed that Hurricane into the airstrip at Wymeswold. Forgoing her staunch rules, she still hadn’t been able to shake Joe Weber.
