"What's that crack supposed to mean?"
"Look, Aimee—" Lennox began.
"Shut up, big shot. I asked her. Leave her answer."
"It wasn't a crack," Gabby said composedly. "I wouldn't dream of insulting you, Aimee. I simply meant—"
"Not now!" Lennox interrupted in alarm. "Don't be honest now, dear."
"I meant that we know you're a prostitute," Gabby continued candidly, "And one of your clients might have been Knott."
"Suffering Jesus on echo!" Lennox groaned. "Listen, Aimee, she's just kidding. She—"
"Yeah. She's a sweet little kidder. And what price does she put on her sweet little ass that makes her so high and mighty?"
"What are you ashamed of, Aimee?" Gabby asked quietly. "I'm not ashamed of you."
Aimee turned on her in fury. "The come-on's your racket, huh? The tickle and tease. You save your ass for the big price and after you're married it turns out nothing. But nothing!"