“Here’s your party, go ahead.”
“Yellow Cab.”
“Oh. Oh. I called you, Yellow Cab, but I’ve changed my mind. I won’t need you.”
“O.K.”
When I got upstairs she was taking off her clothes. When we got back in bed we lay there a long time again without saying a word. Then she started up.
“Or you’ll what?”
“What’s it to you? Sock you in the jaw, maybe. Maybe something else.”
“Something else, wasn’t it?”
“What are you getting at now?”
“Frank, I know what you’ve been doing. You’ve been lying there, trying to think of a way to kill me.”