"Just one thing," I added thoughtfully. "What will become of the rest after the divorce? I mean, can two of each sex get along without a third? It sounds, well, almost unvenerian, if you know what I mean."
"The mating wouldn't be a very high-type experience," Jean said loftily, "without an ith—but it can take place. It's just the sort of disgusting business you could expect from people like Clare and Vivian. And those other two—well—you haven't met them, but really—"
"Then you'll do as I ask?"
Jean waved her crest at me seductively. "Joe Obanion, you're really very nice."
I backed away and swallowed hard as Jean laid a slick, webbed hand on my wrist. "How about it? Agreed?"
"You know," Jean said dreamily, "you remind me of a warth I used to know back home. He and I and a really divine guth called Charlie had the most marvelous ygith together. I wonder if he remembers little me—?"
"I'm sure he does. How could she forget you?" I asked warily.
Jean blinked her slotted eyes at me and her thin lips split into a tusky smile. "You say the nicest things, Joe. Yes, baby, I'll do as you ask. I won't contest the divorce."
"Jean," I said with feeling, "you'll never regret this."
And the Eyespy clucked disapprovingly. Drop dead, Pancho, I thought. Drop dead twice. I had made it.