"That's right," I answered.
"A girl, of course," he commented, a touch of asperity in his voice.
"Not a kangaroo," I said and hung up. The visa will be waiting when we get there," I told Judy.
"Thanks, Yank," she said.
"Don't you think, seeing as how you're going to the States with me, that you might call me Nick?" I said. "Just once in a while?"
"As soon as you make love to me again," she giggled.
I took her in my arms quickly. She'd be calling me Nick often, I knew. After all, she'd be visiting in the States and I wouldn't want her to get homesick.