She went to the beach and saw Major Healey there, wearing a flowery shirt, Bermuda shorts and a straw hat. The picture of a tourist.
- Major Healey?
- Yes? – he looked at her – Oh, hi!...
- Hello! – she sat down next to him.
- Listen, if you're not busy, we can have lunch later…
- What?
- Or perhaps dinner…
- Huh?
- Maybe tomorrow!
- Major Healey, what are you talking about?
- And you know who I am! Isn't this perfect?
- Of course I know who you are!
- I see that my fame has preceded me! Oh, well…
- Major Healey. I came here to be with my master – said Jeannie, taking off her hat and glasses – but you are welcome to join us!
- Ohh! Jeannie! It's you! Sorry, I thought you were a… um… fan.
- Well, consider me one of your fans!
- I… can't…
- Why not?
He was just about to explain to her why she couldn't be one of his fans when they heard a woman ask:
- Excuse me, aren't you Roger Healey?
- Yes, that's me.
- Hey! – shouted the woman to a group of people nearby – It's really him!
Major Healey's eyes lighted up when he saw the group. It consisted of four other women!
- Oh! You are right!
- I am free for lunch!
- I'm free for dinner!
He was grinning foolishly. He already liked Hawaii, but now he was loving it! He was famous and all his fans were women! Beautiful women! Jeannie smiled at him. She decided to get with the game.
- Oh, wait a minute. You are THE Roger Healey? The astronaut?
- Jeannie…
- And you learned my name! Can I have your autograph?
- What?
- Please!
- Uh… sure! – He understood what she did there. It would only make the other women want him more! – Here you go, Miss Jeannie.
- Oh, thank you so very much! I shall treasure it forever!
- Don't overdo it. – he whispered to her.
- Oh! Right.
- Oh, can I have one too?
- Yeah, and me!
The women surrounded him. He was in Heaven.
- Calm down, ladies, there's enough Roger Healey for everyone!
He got up, walked away and the women followed him. He waved goodbye to Jeannie and she waved back.
She was giggling at that whole scene when she saw a familiar face.
- Major Healey, did you… oh, where is he?
- Dr. Bellows!
- Yes? Do I know you, miss?
- Uh… no… I am a fan of yours.
- A fan?!
- Yes! Do you not take care of NASA's astronauts?
- Yes, but…
She just smiled at him. Jeannie wasn't lying. She was fond of Dr. Bellows and felt somewhat sorry for all the things she and her master put the man through.
- Can I have your autograph?
- Autograph?
- Yes! To Jeannie. – she handed him a pen and a piece of paper and he took them.
- Sure, uh… "to… Jeannie… Alfred E. Bellows." – he wrote – Here, miss.
- Oh, thank you!
- Have you seen Major Healey? He was here just a moment ago.
- Uh, yes! He went that way – she pointed – with his fans.
- Fans?!
- Yes!
- Oh, I had something important to tell him. Oh, well, it can wait. Thank you, miss.
- You are welcome, doctor!
He left and she sat back down, looking at the people having fun in the water. She didn't even notice a man approaching her.
- Hello!
- Hello!
- Mind if I sit here?
- Oh, no, go ahead!
- I'm Michael. What's your name?
- Jeannie.
- Nice to meet you, Jeannie!
- Uh… likewise.
- Boy, it's hot! Would you like to have some ice-cream?
- Uh…
- Yeah, Jeannie, that's a good idea. Let's have ice-cream. – Major Nelson came by and he didn't like that scene one bit.
- Master!
