"I want to talk with you."
"Talk away, I am listening."
"Do you know me?"
"No, I don't, and what's more I don't want to," said Sam, with a ring of firmness in his voice that surprised and angered his questioner.
"I am your friend, your cousin," said Shirley.
"You are Frank Shirley?"
"Yes."
"Late of Detroit?"
"Yes, Sam, that's me."
"Well, Frank Shirley, late of Detroit, you may be my cousin, but you are not my friend."