"Hello, I don't know if you remember me or not. My name is Johnny Karras. I met you at the Jolly Up.
Think fast, think fast Johnny Karras, Jolly-Up. He might have been the one who was a little too shop and had clutched her a little too lightly.
"Oh, yes. You had on the lavendar tie didn't you. And major in bio-chemistry?"
There was a pause, too long a pause, she thought. She was the kind of girl whose reputation couldn't afford a dull telephone conversation no matter who was on the other end of the line.
And come from Ohio don't you.
Oh than you do remember. How'd you like to go out for a but tonight.
Now she was really in a spot. She wasn't really sure whether Johnsy Karras was the funny-looking one or not. Well, not use taking chances.
"I'm awfully sorry. I really don't think I can make it. It was very nice of you to call, though." That sounded good.
Another pause, a click, and she came out of the phone booth still uncertain. The voice just didn't fit a short guy. And he sounded so sort of shy and nice . . . my God, the handsome stag.