He grinned and his entire face wore an indefinite cunning smile fixed upon it like a mask.
At first Gaylord thought the smile was from the mouth, full-lipped, big, bronze red. But on looking up directly into the eyes, half closed under tranquil lids, he saw that they did not smile at all. The smile really came from the eyes. He watched the arm muscles expand, and in a voice low-pitched, said, "Not too much."
"I've got to shave every day … sure gets tiresome."
"Sure does … I guess it does … I don't have to shave every day."
"What do you do to your face, Gay? It's so smooth and clean looking. I wash the hell out of mine and I still get blackheads …"
"I don't do anything … do you eat lots of candy?"
"Sure do. Does that make blackheads?"
"Someone told me it did … I'm not sure."
A horn blew, followed by a loud young cry. "Carolyn, if you're going with me you'd better hurry up. I've got to get home."
"Don't get drunk with power, Junior. Just because daddy let you drive the car today is no sign you can't wait for me. Remember I'm driving it tomorrow. You'll get home in time for dinner."
"That reminds me … I've got to get home too … I wish Joy would come on," said Gaylord looking at his watch.
"I do too …" Blake answered.
"Sure was hot today, wasn't it?"
"Sure was … I did a little track and got sweaty as the devil. I was on my way to take a shower when I—"
"Bob, I sure thank you for doing …"
"Forget it … I ought to have my head examined for even bringing it up … forget it, Gay." He patted Gaylord's shoulder. "Say," he said in a fresh tone. "Are you doing anything tonight?"
"No … nothing that …"
"Let's go to Egan."
"Tonight?"
"Yea … we can go to a show or just take a ride." He poked out his lips in a grinning scowl. "It's about time we got to know each other, don't you think so?"
"I think so."
