“Why not?”
“It’s the humidity,” Bill said. “They ought to take this damn humidity away.”
“Have another shot.”
“Is this all we’ve got?”
“Only the two bottles.”
“Do you know what you are?” Bill looked at the bottle affectionately.
“No,” I said.
“You’re in the pay of the Anti-Saloon League.”
“I went to Notre Dame with Wayne B. Wheeler.”
“It’s a lie,” said Bill. “I went to Austin Business College with Wayne B. Wheeler. He was class president.”