Ray questioned as Mary Ann and Ellen slipped out of the front seat of the ’39 Chevy. “Ray, it’s nearly midnight,” Ellen said like an admonishing mother. “We have to be at work bright and early tomorrow. ‘Don’t you know there’s a war on?’” She laughed at the cliché phrase. Mary Ann yawned and nodded. “We’re already back a lot later than Mrs. Neal will like. We’ll have to sneak in as it is.” Ray leaned back against the seat and shrugged. “Well, if that’s the way you want it, guess I can’t argue with the two of you.” Mary Ann smiled. “Thanks for the evening, Ray. We had a lot of fun.” Ellen nodded. “Yes, thanks. We’ll see you tomorrow.” She took hold of Mary Ann’s arm and added, “If we can wake up on time.” She closed the car door and pushed Mary Ann forward. “I swear, he’d follow us into the house if we invited him.”
