Character: Emory

- You're a strange boy, Myra said thoughtfully.
- What? Now he was all ears.
- Yes, always babbling something incomprehensible. Tomorrow we're going skiing with me and Marilyn?
- I don't like girls in the daytime - he snapped and then, recollecting himself, that's a bit harsh, he added: - You have something I like. - He cleared his throat. - You come first, second and third place.
Myra's eyes became dreamy. To tell about it Marilyn - behold the wonder! As they sat on the couch with this unusual boy, and the fireplace was burning, and the feeling that they are alone in all of this immense house.
Myra surrendered. Very relaxed was the atmosphere.
- You have me from the first to the twenty-fifth, she confessed in a trembling voice, - and Froggy Parker twenty-sixth.
One hour Froggy lost twenty-five points, but he has not had time to notice it.
Amory, being on spot, leaned forward and kissed Myra on the cheek. He has never kissed a girl and now licked his lips, as if she'd tasted something unfamiliar berry. Then their lips gently closed, like wildflowers in the wind.