Kells said: “What am I supposed to do about it?”
Rose pulled the loose tobacco out of one end of the cigaret, licked the paper. “Have you got a match?”
Kells shook his head slowly.
Rose said: “Tell Fay to lay off.”
Kells laughed — a long, high-pitched, sarcastic laugh.
“Ask him to lay off.”
“Run your own errands, Jakie,” Kells swung up to sit, facing Rose. “For a young fella that’s supposed to be bright,” he said, “you have some pretty dumb ideas.”
“You’re a friend of Fay’s.”
“Sure,” Kells nodded elaborately. “Sure, I’m everybody’s friend. I’m the guy they write the pal songs about.” He stood up. “Is that all, Jakie?”
Rose said: “Come on out to the Joanna tonight.”