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"That's right, Dave, you can have your own bedroom which I'll furnish for you; you wouldn't need any other rooms."

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"And you want me to dress as I am now while I'm here?"

"That's right too. I wouldn't want any of the neighbors to get any idea of what is actually happening. I do have a reputation I'd like to maintain, if you don't mind. It would be easier, and you'd probably be happier anyway, right?”

Here was a real offer. I had never expected such an offer. It would help an awful lot to be able to go to work and not have to change. I wondered about it and what further it could mean. Of course we could always elope and let this whole thing not happen. But to live here would be no rent and the food, would the food be free? Perhaps she would want some sort of rent?

"And what would you expect from me? Should I pay a rent or some other upkeep?"

"Don't be silly, Dave, I have all of the money I need and don't need any of your hard earned money. I imagine you'll need a bit of it to get a good wardrobe unless you plan to sell your old one first."

So... no rent. That would save money. I somehow felt there was a catch in there somewhere. Yet inspite of this feeling, I said, "And you, Erica?"

"What ever you want, Peggy, you know what I've said, it's quite an opportunity, and all . . ."

That "and all" meant the consent. Her mother's training had made consent that important and without a father... her mother's word was it. So I said, "All right, I suppose we don't really have to get it legal all that fast. You do make an attractive bargain, Mrs. Mallet. I'll get my things together. When would you want me to move in?”

"Why, as soon as you'd like. How long would it take to get your things, as you say, together?"

"I'll take about two days time, depending on the work load and all that sort of thing... say, about Wednesday?"

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