“Sensational, isn’t she?” Fay returned, and he was startled to see how hard her face had become. “You’re looking at the biggest bitch in town.”
“You sound prejudiced,” Ken said, and laughed. He looked again at the blonde. She glanced at him without interest, looked beyond him at Fay and then turned and went out of the restaurant. “Who is she, anyway?”
“Her name’s Gilda Dorman,” Fay said. “She and I used to share an apartment together once. She sings now. I guess if I had her shape, her morals and a voice like hers I’d be a success too.”
The angry bitterness in her voice embarrassed Ken. He pushed back his chair.
“Let’s dance,” he said.
Fay made an effort and forced a smile.
“Sorry: I was just sounding off. I hate that bitch like poison. She broke up my dancing act.” She got up. “Come on then; let’s dance.”
IV
Ken’s wrist-watch showed twenty minutes past midnight as Fay and he walked into the bar.
“One quickie and then home,” Fay said.