"Of course no one has," she said.
They sat there, sipping at their drinks.
"Remember what I told you," she said. "Don't think. That's the way to beat it. Never think about it. You got it good. You never had it so good. Soft living. Easy living. Nothing to worry about. The best kind of life there is."
"Sure," said Bishop. "Sure, that's the way to do it."
She slanted her eyes at him.
"You're catching on," she said.
They had another round.
Over in the corner a group had gotten together and was doing some impromptu singing. A couple were quarreling a stood or two away.
"It's too noisy in this place," Maxine said. "Want to see my paintings?"
"Your paintings?"