For some reason, he had always found crisp white feminine undergarments to have a certain erotic quality.
He put the car in gear and started down the driveway.
“You want to tell me what the bag, and Allentown, are all about?”
“I’m glad you waited until we were out of there before you asked that.”
“Which means?”
“That in case anybody asks, I was asked by a dear friend of mine, who understands my problems, whose mother is a dear friend of my mother’s, GiGi Howser, who lives in Allentown, to come to a party. And I called you, and asked you to take me, and you agreed.”
“We’re going to a place called the Oaks and Pines Lodge,” Matt said, without thinking.
“Wherever,” Penny said. “I’m helpless in your hands.”
“What’s with Allentown? And what’s with the bag?”
“If the party’s fun, and lasts until late, and you have more to drink than you should, we may sleep over.”
“Jesus Christ!”
“I thought you’d be pleased,” Penny said. “You were the one who told me you automatically shift into the seduce mode.”
What we are going to do is go to the Oaks and Pines and have dinner, and then we are going to come back here and tell the Detweilers we had a lousy time.
“We’re not sleeping over anywhere. I have to be at work at eight o’clock in the morning.”
“I don’t mind getting up early,” Penny said. “I told Mother that might happen. She understands. She’d much rather have you bring me home early in the morning than us get in a wreck because you had too much to drink, the way you usually do.”
“And what if she calls your GiGi and asks to speak to you?”
“We will have just gone out for pizza or something, and will have to call back. When we get where you’re taking me, I’ll have to call GiGi and let her know where we are. Don’t worry. GiGi is very reliable.”
He glanced at her and found that she had shifted on her seat so that she was turned to him. She smiled naughtily at him.
By ten minutes after five, there were very few people left on the tenth floor of the First Pennsylvania Bank & Trust Company, and it would probably be possible to exit the building without being jammed together in an elevator, but Marion Claude Wheatley liked to be sure of things, so he waited until 5:25 before locking his desk and his filing cabinets and walking to the bank of elevators.
Except for a stop at the seventh floor, where it picked up two women—probably secretaries, they seemed a little too bright to be simple clerks—the elevator went directly to the lobby, and it really could not be called crowded with only the three of them on it, and Marion was pleased that he had decided to wait the additional fifteen minutes.
When he left the South Broad Street entrance of the building he turned right, toward City Hall, until he reached Sansom Street, and then walked east on Sansom to South 12th, and then north to Market. That way, he had learned, he could avoid the rush of people headed toward City Hall at this hour of the day.
On Market Street, he turned east, toward the Delaware, and then changed his plans when he saw the Reading Terminal. He had planned to do some of the necessary shopping, take the things home, and then do something about supper. But now it seemed to make more sense to have a little something to eat at one of the concessionaire stands in the Reading Terminal Market before shopping. That would obviate having to worry about supper when he got home. He would, so to speak, be killing two birds with one stone.
Marion believed that the efficient use of one’s time was a key to success.
He sat at a counter and had a very nice hot roast beef sandwich with french fried potatoes and a sliced tomato, finishing up with a cup of decaffeinated coffee.
Then he went back out onto Market Street, crossed it again, and after looking in the window of the Super Drugstore on the corner of 11th Street and seeing exactly what he wanted, he went in and bought an AWOL bag. It was on sale, for $3.95, and it had a metal zipper, which was important.
The reason it was on sale, he decided, was because it had a picture of a fish jumping out of the waves on it, with the legend, Souvenir of Asbury Park, N.J. Whoever had first