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He called after her. "Hold on. I'll walk you home." Well! I thought. I am getting old. I don't follow these mercurial ups and downs. Or is he just sorry about being such a prig and deciding to be decent for a while? I went to the door in time to see him catch up with her at the gate, where there was a brief and apparently antagonistic exchange of remarks. Then they moved off together down the lamplit street, carefully apart and not in step. I stood there watching them out of sight. The moon was pale gold and promising. Everything was so right — except Gene! I knew how Crystal must be feeling . . . Poor Crystal! It was all very well to be honest, to face the reality that a woman can't live without having someone to love — but what unfortunate imp was meddling in her fate to make her fix on Gene Williams? My next report on what I came to think of as Crystal's campaign came, surprisingly, from Sam Williams, Gene's father. Since my separation from Jerry, Sam and I had become very good friends, and dinner or a drive twice a week had become a pleasant habit in both our lives. Sam's voice on the phone was gay, "What've you been up to?" he asked. "Who's this Crystal Gates? What's going on that I don't know about?" I told him I didn't know much about it. "Then I've got news for you," he said. "Gene's going out with her and I gather he met her over at your house. I'm not complaining! I'm tickled that he's interested enough to take any girl out. But Anne, what do you know about her? What's there about her to make Gene touchy? He as good as called me a snob the other night — listen, can you have lunch today? I want to talk to you. . ." I was too busy to go out, really, but I was too curious to resist. I'd been so certain that Gene would walk Crystal home, and never think of her again! Evidently I had underestimated Crystal. "She's pretty enough for anyone," Sam told me. "The only pity is that she's a little half-witted. Now wait — " he stopped me with an upraised hand. "Before you go calling me a snob, I'm not referring to her lack of college degree. I don't give a hoot which fork she uses for her salad. But if she likes Gene — she's not using plain horse sense. Wait'll you hear how I met her in the first place." Gene wasn't in the habit of telling his father where he was going of an evening, but judging by the extra care in dressing and the careful combing of hair, Sam had hoped that at last there might be a girl in the picture. And one night, Crystal herself had turned up. Gene hadn't gotten home from the plant, and Sam was waiting for him before starting dinner, when she rang the bell. She'd been "just passing by," she said. She had just sat there, scarcely speaking, her eyes on the door through which Gene must come. "I tried every nice way I could think of to ease her out," Sam said. "For her own sake — you know. But you'd have thought there was glue on that chair." ■ Finally, Gene had arrived. "And then," Sam said blankly, "all hell broke loose. I was going to ask her to stay for dinner — I mean, what else could I do? And anyway I was kind of pleased at the idea of having a friend of Gene's around. But she got up and said something about having bothered me long enough. I think she was hurt because Gene had looked less than delighted when he saw her there, but anyway she started to go — and then Gene, if you please, rounded on me!" Gene had said a great many things, not all of which Sam remembered; but the gist of it was that he'd thank Sam to extend the hospitality of the house to his, Gene's, friends, inasmuch as it was Gene's house as well. . . "He made it sound as though I'd asked her to leave by the servant's entrance," Sam said. "And then he announced he was going out to dinner with her, and off they went! Anne," he said gravely, "I came near to punching that kid right in the nose. It's fine to be young, but how young can you get?" It helped a little for both of us when I told Sam what I knew of Crystal's background. Gene must know much of it by now; he was just the man to go to bat for an underdog. If he thought Sam was looking down on Crystal — "That must be it," Sam said. "But I kind of liked the gal! She gave me a straight look in the eye and she was rather rather sweet about Gene. He doesn't deserve to be looked at like that! I hope she gives him the air." "I hope she doesn't, at least not right away," I said thoughtfully. "Maybe a few dates with each other will do them both good. Crystal might get Gene out of her system, and Gene might decide that dating girls wasn't so bad after all, and look around for a few others to take out." Once or twice during the next few weeks Sam reported that they were still having dates. "Lord knows why — he goes out glum and he comes back glummer," Sam said. "But he keeps on going. I think he's doing it to get my goat. I can't convince him I liked the girl!" He agreed when I said the best thing we could do was leave it alone for a while — but even though I convinced him, my conscience wasn't easy. Crystal, I was sure, didn't "go out glum and come back glummer." She went out radiant to meet Gene; she hoped each time she would strike a spark to answer her own. The next time I saw her I decided I had been overly pessimistic. She came around one night after dinner, and her radiant eyes told me before her words that life was pretty good these days. "I can never thank you, Mrs. Malone," she burst out. "You'll never know what you've done for me. I don't know what's going to happen or if I'll land in the cellar or up on the moon — but I don't care. Just knowing him — " I glanced at her over my knitting. Something had altered, and I couldn't immediately tell what. Then I saw. The make-up, so much lighter — the hair combed simply back. "You've been seeing a lot of him, Crystal?" I asked. "Not as much as — not as much as I feel as if I had. If you know what I mean. I mean we're not going steady or anything." She sobered. "It's just that I'm sort of