“I’d like to,” she admits, “but I don’t think I’d better.”
“Why not?”
“Well, I’m just starting out in this place. You know how it is.”
“What’s the harm? A ride and a little drink won’t hurt you. If you like I’ll ask a couple of friends. Listen....”
One of the other barbers comes in again, and you stop abruptly. The haircut is obviously finished. Untuck the towel with lingering fingers and step to the door with her as she fumbles in her purse.
“Fifty cents, ma’am,” you say loudly, and add in a low voice, “Listen. Eight o’clock, see? What address?”
“Four eighty-three Garden. But I don’t know....”
“Oh, who’ll ever know about it? Eight o’clock, O.K. Fifty cents, seventy-five, one dollar. Thank you ma’am.”
“Say Jim, did you see that!”