 Ruth was telling me about a boy you knew in Ohio with whom she was in love and you didn't care very much for. Oh, Freddie Eklund. Why? What did she say? She just said you told her he wasn't on the level and proved it. Was she complaining? Oh, good heavens, no. She looks upon you as her big sister. Did she tell you that I knew him first? No, I don't believe she did. Well...