“That's Chinese carryout!" Jane said.
“Right you are. My reward," VanDyne said, starting to take little cartons out of the bag. "You want some?”
Jane was famished, but Suzie's mention of the time had reminded her of her own responsibilities. "Thanks, but I've got to go pick the kids up from school.”
Shelley went to the door with her. "You'll come right back, won't you?”
Jane looked over Shelley's shoulder into the living room. Mel VanDyne smiled his dimpled smile and waved at her with a pair of chopsticks.
“I might be a little while. I think I'll stop and buy a wok and Chinese cookbook. Time I expanded a few of my horizons, don't you think?”