“Are you sure you do, handsome?” she asked, leaning her hips against the pin-table machine. “Do you know who owns Willow Poi nt. ”
He shook his head.
“Tux,” she said, “and he’s a guy you want to keep away from.”
“I’ve got to find the boat,” Ken said.
She studied him.
“Look, handsome, hadn’t you better go home? You’re likely to get into trouble if you start messing around with Tux.”
“I’m in trouble already,” Ken said.
“Well, I don’t have to be,” she said, and abruptly moved away to give
change to a fat man who was tapping impatiently on the glass top of a pintable machine.
Ken lit a cigarette and went back to his machine. He began to play again, watching the girl out of the corner of his eye.