“Oh, how dare you? You’re cruel, and you have a dirty mind. Do you actually think I’d play around with a married man? Why, The Happy Hour was my idea. I was so excited when Mr. Fenton told us about the rating, I’d have kissed anybody who was handy. You’re being horrible, Byron.” She took a handkerchief from her purse and wiped her eyes. “All right. I didn’t want to make you cry.” “Don’t you believe me?”
