Wills Waltson prodded her in the brow, saying, "When did I say I was going to blame you?"

"Then what do you want to say?" she inquired, raising her chin.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to come home with me."

"Huh?" What exactly is going on? She was taken aback. Why would he ask about returning home at this time?

"Would you like to go home?"

"Yes," she said, nodding her head.

Wills Waltson rubbed her head lovingly and said, "Then let's go back to packing."

"Is it all right if I leave now?"

"Of course," she says.

They were on their way home in twenty minutes.

"Why...