Benny shook his head. “No, she was a business client. She wanted to buy one of our models.”
Caston blew his nose. “I suppose you were taking a fly out of her eye?” he said sarcastically.
“Will you leave it? I want your advice, not a goddamn sermon,” Benny returned. “I’ve walked out and left Sadie high and dry. What the hell am I going to do?”
“You’ve left her?” Caston asked, his eyebrows raising. “You crazy or something?”
“I tell you we had a stand−up fight. I couldn’t just go to bed after it.”
“You left her all night?” Caston wished he’d known that. He might have called and done himself some good.
“What I want you to bend your brains on is how am I going back?”
Caston shrugged. “Easiest thing in the world. All you do is to walk in, kiss her, tell her you were tight and all will be well.”
Benny stared at him. “Do you really think so?” he asked. “Gee! I wish it would work like that.”
Caston was getting a little bored, anyway. “Sure,” he said, getting up, “you try it. Don’t forget, she might be pretty sick about it herself today. You go down there right away. You might find her in.”