I grinned to myself. You bet I was going home with this floozie, and she was going to get a hell of a surprise when we got there.
“Sure,” I said, “I’ve been lookin’ for a baby like you all the evenin’.”
“Have you, darlin’?” She laughed again. I wished she’d lay off the ‘darlin’’ for a bit. I told myself she’d be calling me something different mighty soon. “Well, you’ve found a real bad girl….”
I said, “Let’s go….”
“It’s just here,” she said, waving her hand towards the end of the street.
We walked down the street, and she was the first dame I’d walked out with who kept in step. I said, for something to say, “That perfume you wear sure knocks me.”
“You like it, darlin’?”
There she went again. “Yeah,” I said. “It sortta hangs around, doesn’t it? I bet you leave quite a trail wherever you go.”
She missed a step and her right foot went with my left. I changed, to get it right. “What a funny boy you are, darlin’,” she said, looking at me quickly from under her hat.
“Yeah,” I said, “crazy as a bug.”