So one week after the dance I arrived at her house about seven o'clock. She greeted me, "Hi, come in … Its not too cold is it?"
"No. Not at all. Just bundle up."
She was wearing a brown skirt and sweater, and had on white brown anklets and saddle shoes with rainbow colored shoelaces. She looked wonderful. She had a full figure, with blond hair, fair skin, and was endowed in pleasant measure.
We walked into the living room and she turned and said,"This is where I Iive. This is the living room." She was nervous because she wanted me to accept all of this.
At a loss, "Yes, I can see that." I was also on edge, hoping I would say and do the correct thing. I noticed for the first time her face with its delicate nose slightly off true vertical, about a second of a degree off plumb. Her mouth was soft, with full lips. God, she was beautiful.
"Well, let's go to Grant." she said.
It was chilly, but it did not dampen our talk. The night could have been one of summer for all we cared. We acted toward one another as if it were.