he said. They were sitting in her VW bus overlooking Lake Mendota because, having gone out for supper and been mobbed by autograph seekers, having gone to the movies and been mobbed, and having stayed away from home where, if there wasn’t a mob there was the nearest thing to one, Joe had given up on trying to find the appropriate moment and had finally just driven to the end of a dead-end street, snapped off the ignition and popped the question.Just as he was about to open his mouth with the first of his well-reasoned and thoroughly rehearsed arguments, he heard her say, “Yes.”“What?” He couldn’t have heard her right.“I said yes.” She was looking at him steadily, without her sunglasses on for once, with just clear, gray eyes, and saying it again. “Yes.”“You will?” He couldn’t believe it.“Well, why did you ask if you didn’t want me to say yes?” she demanded, exasperation showing.“I do,” he said quickly. “I do want you to!” Did he ever! It was the stuff of which fantasies were made!“Well, then…”“I… I’m just surprised, that’s all.”
