Curly nibbled the top of her pen. She looked at him with thoughtful eyes.
“You’re in this now?” she said.
Fenner nodded.
“Seen Pio?”
“I’ve seen him.”
Curly sighed. “Ain’t he a beautiful guy?”
“I wouldn’t call him that. You don’t think a lot of him, do you?”
Curly said bitterly, “What does it matter what I think?”
Fenner had a sudden idea. He sat on the edge of her desk. “Wait a minute, baby, don’t get that way. Carlos mean anythin’ to you?”
Curly said, “No guy means anything to me. You keep your nose out of my business, will you?” Her eyes told him quite a lot.