She was getting into bed, and that woke me. All excited and very happy, she announced her engagement. “I’m going to get married,” she said. “I made up my mind tonight.” “A hell of a time to tell me,” I said. “It’s three-thirty in the morning.” “I wanted to tell you first,” she said, “because now I’m not going to see you again.” “Sounds real this time,” I said. “He comes all the way down from San Francisco just to have dinner with me,” she said, “and we haven’t even done it yet!” She sounded astonished. “Who?” I said. “Who are you talking about?” “Joe,” she said. “He wants to marry me, and I really like him. He’s not like these movie people. He’s dignified.” Then she went on about Joe DiMaggio, and I could tell she really did like him. It was nice to see someone so happy and so hopeful. We made love; congratulations and farewell.