“Mary Webster was on the blower. Her advance agents saw Hank and me swimming in the middle of the river last night with no clothes on.” “H’rm,” said Atticus. He touched his glasses. “I hope you weren’t doing the backstroke.” “Atticus!” said Alexandra. “Sorry, Zandra,” said Atticus. “Is that true, Jean Louise?” “Partly. Have I disgraced us beyond repair?” “We might survive it.”
