Midge meets Robert’s eye and gives him a small smile while she continues her conversation. “We’ve been drinking. He’ll bring me home tomorrow morning… I don’t know what time… 10:00?… Yes, we’re at his hotel.” With a sigh, she gives her mother the name of the hotel and the room number. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you.”

After hanging up the receiver, Midge huffs another sigh. “Do men ever have to call their mothers and tell them where they are?” she asks.