Arm in arm, they made their way from the Three Broomsticks, with fully bellies and light hearts, anticipating the most wonderful concert that ever was. "I think you will," Charlie told his best mate what she so obviously wanted to hear, what would please her, "I bet he'll come right off the stage and sing to you, Dora," he added, solemnly.
Of course she had mentioned to him what row they were in - a million times. But he would not deny her the opportunity to mention it for the millionth and one time. "What row?" he asked dutifully, a smile upon his lips, as he waited to hear it again.
He could listen to her all night, that was how much he enjoying her conversation.