Adam Cartwright reclined across the sofa, stretching from one end to the other, his feet sticking off the end. He pulled on his tie to loosen it and then positioned his arms under his head comfortably.
He sighed and closed his eyes, his body relaxing, but he couldn't bring his mind to obey the order to cease its frantic, scrambled thoughts.
He gave up and sat up, running his hand through his thick black hair, and glancing over at where his father sat behind his desk.
"So, what did you think?"
Ben Cartwright glanced up from the papers he was reading - he had retrieved them from the desk drawer - and cocked his head questioningly.
"What did I think of what Son?"
"Miss Cassidy. Little Joe. The whole evening I guess."
Ben Cartwright returned his attention to the paper in his hand.
"It went well, as things go."
Adam sighed, feeling frustrated.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He grumbled, and then swung his feet off the couch, standing, and headed for the stairs.
"Well, I'm going to bed Pa. Goodnight."
"Goodnight Adam."
