Mrs. Bendix lifted her bushy eyebrows.
“I hadn’t thought of that. She might, of course. Yes, come to think of it, it might be the answer.”
“Well, okay,” I said, getting up. “Thanks for the drinks. Come and see us some time for a change. We have drinks too.”
“Not me,” Mrs. Bendix said firmly. “That Bensinger girl doesn’t approve of me. I can see it in her eyes.”
I grinned.
“She doesn’t approve of me, either. I don’t let that worry me. It shouldn’t worry you.”
“It doesn’t. And don’t kid yourself, Vic. That girl’s in love with you.”
I considered this, then shook my head.
“You’re wrong. She isn’t in love with anyone. She isn’t the type to fall in love.”
Mrs. Bendix pursed up her lips and made a loud, rude noise.