Paul woke up. Through hungover eyes, he saw that he was on a couch—not in his apartment! Looking around further, he saw that it was Holly's apartment he was in. He also saw that he still had his clothes on except for his shoes, which were nearby.
"Holly," he said. But the effort hurt his head, so he quit talking!
Fortunately, she came out, soon afterward. She was still in her pajamas, and had on a robe and slippers.
"Morning, Fred. How do you feel?"
"I've had better mornings!"
She smiled. "I'm sure you have! I'll make coffee for you."
"Thanks. Listen, I'm really sorry about last night."
"That's OK. You took care of me when I got drunk, so it's my turn!"
She went in the kitchen and made coffee. Then she brought it over to him.
"It's hot, so be careful."
"Thanks, Holly. Did I behave myself, last night?"
"You don't remember?"
"My memory's a little foggy, right now."
She smiled. "Perhaps this will help you!" She took her slippers off.
He looked at her legs. "I massaged your feet!"
"Right, Fred. It was a nice massage—until you passed out!"
He smiled. "Sorry, Holly!" He drank the coffee. "What else?"
"Try and remember."
He thought for a bit. "I remember something about a magazine."
"Good, Fred."
"Beginning with an H—Highlights for Children."
"No, Fred!"
"H…Harper's Magazine."
"Right!"
"You didn't invite me to your party, which is why I got so drunk. Then I came here to confront you about it…You had a special reason why you didn't invite me here."
"Yes, Fred."
"You talked with someone from Harper's about publishing one of my stories!"
"Very good, Fred!"
"Oh, Holly!"
They hugged and kissed.
"What was the rep's name?"
"Dick Richardson."
"Oh, yeah. Did he say what time he'd come, today?"
"About 1:00pm."
He looked at himself. "I need shower, shave, and fresh clothes!"
"You've got plenty of time, Fred. It's only—" she looked at her watch (purchased at Tiffany's) "9:23."
"Ok. And while we're at it, how about another massage!"
"That would be divine!"
She sat on the couch and put her feet in his lap. He massaged them, occasionally stopping to drink his coffee. When he finished, they kissed again. Then he left. He returned an hour later. They had a languid breakfast, then waiting for Mr. Richardson to arrive.
