"That Leslie has a hell of a body," Rick said, when Judy came back with fresh towels from the concierge.
"I don't think she knew I was here, and she came in and her robe was wide open and-"
"Oh, damn. I told her you went out for croissants."
"Well, I'm back. I think you should go in and talk to her, because she turned the deepest shade of red I've ever seen on a human in my life. It was a giant step beyond scarlet."
Judy, still wrapped in her thick, terrycloth robe after going downstairs, went into the adjoining room, where Leslie had the covers pulled all the way over her head.
"What's the matter? Don't you think Rick's never seen a naked woman before?"
"I'm so ashamed."
"You shouldn't be. You've got a nice body. Come on, take your shower. We have to get to the Notre Dame before it's packed with tourists."
Leslie flopped down the sheet and looked at Judy. "You mean you don't hate me? You'll let me go with you?"
"Come you can have the bathroom first – and lock both doors! I don't want Rick popping in on you."
"You're mad at me."
"No. I'm just disappointed that I didn't see the look on your face."
"Judy!"
Judy smiled, did a little wave, and went into her own bedroom.