“You never know,” says Fred.
“You and your wife must come up to dinner,” says Peggy.
“That’ll be fine,” says Fred. He pauses. “Oh, there’s one thing more – – about that – that dream I had last night. I’ve had it before. I’m sorry I had to bother you about it.”
“Oh-,” begins Peggy.
“But you were very kind,” says Fred. “You didn’t even mention it this morning. As a matter of fact, you’ve been swell about everything. I think they oughta put you in mass production!” He smiles at Peggy.
“Goodbye, Fred, ” says Peggy.
“Goodbye,” says Fred. He steps out of the Plymouth.
“Maybe I’d better wait and see if you get in!” says Peggy.
“Maybe that’s a good idea!” agrees Fred. He walks toward the apartment door. Fred presses the call button, then waits by the door. There is no response. Fred looks back at Peggy and shrugs.