Unlocking the door to the unit they had rented, Gary walked across the room and lifted the shades, letting in the early evening light.

"I couldn't see the sense wasting money on two rooms," he said, surveying their confined quarters. "You can sleep on the bed and I'll just sleep here on this couch."

"I sure need a bath," sighed the girl. "I wish I had something clean to wear."

"Why don't you wash your dress out and hang it up to dry?" he suggested. "I've got a robe in my suitcase that you can wear tonight."

"That would be neat," she smiled appreciatively.

He handed Libby his robe and she disappeared into the bathroom while Gary stretched out on the couch with an old copy of a magazine that he'd found on the table.

It seemed like hours before Libby returned, her face glowing with a well-scrubbed look, and the cuffs of his robe turned up so that her hands could hold the garment to her body.

"Gee, that felt good," she giggled, crossing the room and sitting next to him on the sofa. She looked like a pixie with her wet hair tied up in a towel.

"I'm hungry," she suddenly said. "Are you?"

"Not really," he answered quietly.

"But we haven't eaten since this morning," she persisted.

When he hesitated, she went over to her bag and withdrew a five-dollar bill. "Please go over to that little cafe by the station and get us each a hamburger and a Coke?"

"I'm not taking any money from a girl," he said defiantly.

"Don't be silly," she giggled. "I might only have one dress, but I've got plenty of money in that bag."

He didn't answer.

"And besides," she continued, "you're driving me out west, and I should pay part of our expenses."

"Okay," he smiled tenderly at her. "If you put it that way, two hamburgers coming up."