They drank some bubbly. The bed was wide and inviting. They became officially man and wife. They finished the bottle. Jerry always got happy when he drank enough champagne to feel it. Tonight was no exception. It didn’t seem to hurt his performance, either.

“You brute,” Anna said after the second round.

“Oh, at least,” he answered lazily. “This is what a honeymoon is for, right?”

“That’s what the men say.” She walked into the bathroom. Jerry decided keeping his mouth shut might be a good idea. They both fell asleep in short order, so that took care of itself.

Next morning, the first course of breakfast was two aspirins. Coffee in the hotel restaurant also helped. They drove down Century to the airport. Everything there went as smoothly as Jerry could have hoped. So did the flight to Honolulu.

As they were touching down, Anna said, “Won’t you be glad to see more of this place than just the airport?”

“I guess,” he answered. “But the inside of one hotel room is pretty much like the inside of another one, right?… Hey!” She’d poked him in the ribs.

Greeters called “Aloha!” as passengers got off the plane. They hung leis around people’s necks. Jerry imagined he was supposed to feel Hawaiian. He felt more like a tourist who was supposed to feel Hawaiian.

Then he exclaimed, “I got lei’d in Honolulu!”

“Not yet, you haven’t, Buster,” Anna said. “And if you keep doing things like that, you won’t, either.” She poked him again.

They took a cab to their hotel: another Hilton, a big glass-and-steel box rising near the beach. Honolulu wasn’t Los Angeles, but it was a good-sized city. And the weather! In the L.A. area, the South Bay, with its sea breezes, had the best climate, not too hot in summer, not too chilly in winter. Along with Santa Barbara and San Diego, it was about as good as you could get on the mainland. Next to Honolulu’s perfect mildness, it took a back seat.

Their room was on the fifteenth floor. Jerry could see the beach and the blue Pacific (not the gray-green Pacific you’d see from a Los Angeles beachside hotel). When he looked way to the left, there was Diamond Head. Anna snapped pictures with an Instamatic just like the one he’d used inside Humpty Dumpty.

To keep from thinking about that, he grabbed her. “We just got here!” she said.

“What else are we gonna do right now?” he asked—reasonably, he thought. So they did that before they went down to dinner.