“Well, old girl?”

“Do you see that date?”

He looked over to her.

“Do you see that date? Do you know of anything that makes that day different⁠—a little⁠—from other days? It’s June thirteenth. Do you remember what June thirteenth is?”

Puzzled, he shook his head.

“No⁠—no.”

Laura took up a pen and wrote a few words in the space above the printed figures reserved for memoranda. Then she handed the slip to her husband, who read aloud what she had written.