“If we pick up another man, he’ll start making love to you; and if we pick up another girl one of us will start making love to her.”
“I don’t think so.” Blake sat up. “We don’t make love now, so why should anyone else start us off? We’re different.”
“Oh, you think so?” Teddy laughed in a nasty patronizing manner that disturbed Blake. “Wait a while. We know each other too well, this crowd. Take it from me, someone else will spoil it.”
Blake was uneasy. He hated to carry the conversation farther, but he was too worried to let it drop. “Why should we change?” he persisted. “We get along.”
“How do you know? How do you know Gin gets along, for instance? Or that I do?”
Gin interrupted, saying, “Oh, shut up, Teddy. Never mind,” she added to Blake, “he’s talking through his hat. Go to sleep.”
Wonderingly, Blake looked from one to the other of his companions. They were glaring at each other.
“Leave him alone,” said Gin.
“Why should I? What are you trying to do; mother him? This is no nursery.” Teddy lay down with his back to the others.
“Well then, try to act your age,” she retorted, but there was no answer.