Greenwich
“Herbert admitted to Mary that the dinner party had not been half bad, certainly not as boring as he had expected it to be. Mary was driving. She slowed down and said, “That’s being ungracious. You always make a thing out of seeing the Castles, as if you were doing them some great extraordinary favor.”
“And you’re slowing down to order me out and make me walk home. Is that it?”
“It’s a thought. No, there’s something wrong with the car.”
“There’s nothing wrong with the car. You’re in low gear.”
“Thank you. And one day, you’ll be the designated driver.”
“But you never drink. It’s an act of pure charity.”
“What? My not drinking?”
“No. Your driving.” He added, “And my eyes are getting rotten. I dislike night driving.”
“And my eyes?”
“You’re nine years younger than I.”
“Oh, I know. As a matter of fact, you do remind me of that now and then. I should warn women about marrying a man a decade older than they are: He can’t drive at night because his eyes are getting bad.
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