“It’s okay with me if you want to change your mind,” she said, getting up. “Let’s see how we go, shall we?”
She crossed the room went into another room and returned immediately.
“Well, now,” she said, sitting on the arm of his chair. “What shall we do?”
He found her presence disturbing. Already his determination to behave was wilting.
“I thought we might go to a nightclub,” he said. “I’ll have to be careful not to be seen.”
“Don’t worry about that. We’ll go to the Blue Rose. I bet none of your pals ever go to a joint like that. You’ll have fun, and the drinks aren’t too poisonous. I must change. Do you want to come in?”
Ken looked blank.
“That’s all right. I’ll sit here.”
“You’re a funny guy. I have to keep most of them out with a shot-gun. Don’t be too shy, will you?”
“That’s okay,” Ken muttered, not looking at her.