"You know what we should do?" Porcia pushed Howell along the lighted hall to the poker room.

"Enlighten me."

"We should fly over Egypt!" She was momentarily caught up with the idea.

"In a plane?"

"Yes! To be up in the stars with the wind biting your face..." She stopped here, her dress billowing as she twirled around with her eyes closed.

"Porcia, I hate to tell you this, but you've gone crazy."

"Oh, Mr. Howell. " She was a bit disappointed, and, frankly, angry when they reached the doorway. She bit her lip, considering pushing him into the room with all of her might, but instead coolly wished him a good night and left.