"Haven't the foggiest," Matt said.
"Well, for one thing, Matt, Amanda won't have a date for the cocktail party after the rehearsal."
"I thought I was going to be her date."
"Chad said you flatly refused," Daffy said.
"He must have been pulling your chain again," Matt said. "He has a strange sense of humor."
"He does not," Daffy said loyally.
"He was suspended from pool privileges at Rose Tree for a year for dropping Tootsie Rolls in the swimming pool," Matt said. "That isn't strange?"
It took Amanda a moment to form in her mind the mental image of Tootsie Rolls floating around a swimming pool, and then she bit her lip to keep from smiling.
"Is that true?" Amanda asked.
"Goddamn you, Matt!" Daffy said, making it clear it was true.
"The mother of the bride made one of her famous running dives into the pool," Matt went on. "Somewhere beneath the surface she opened her eyes and saw one of the Tootsie Rolls. She came out of the pool like a missile from a submarine."
Amanda laughed, a hearty, deep belly laugh. Matt liked it.
"My father wanted to award her a loving cup," Matt said, " inscribed 'to the first Rose Tree matron who has really walked on water,' but my mother wouldn't let him."
"I absolutely refuse to believe that," Daffy Browne said. "Matt, you're disgusting!"
Mrs. Soames T. Browne reappeared.
"Darling, the rector would like a word with you," she said, and led her into the church.
Amanda smiled at Matt Payne.
"You are going to the cocktail party?" she asked.
He nodded. "And the dinner. As a matter of fact, Amanda, whither thou goest, there also shall Payne go. That's from the Song of Solomon, in case you're a heathen and don't know your Bible."
She chuckled and put her hand on his arm. "I'm glad," she said.
"Pay close attention inside," Matt said. "You and I may well be going through some barbarian ritual like this ourselves in the very near future."
She met his eyes for a moment, appraisingly.
"Chad tells me that you've taken a job with the city," she said, smoothly changing the subject.
"Is that what he told you?" Matt asked dryly.
"Was he pulling my chain too?"
"No."
"What do you do?"
"Street cleaning."
"Street cleaning?"
"Right now I'm in training," Matt said. "Studying the theory and history, you see. But one day soon I hope to have my own broom and garbage can on wheels."