He’d drink anything. Anything he could get his hands on. He used to drink all these mixtures and then come round to see me.
A close observer might notice that at this statement Jerry, thinking of his nefarious bargain with the b-o-o, perceptibly winces.
Charlotte. Oh, that’s too bad. He was such a clean-cut fella.
Doris. Yes, Charlotte, he was clean-cut, but that was all. I couldn’t stand it, honestly I couldn’t. I never saw such a man, Charlotte. He took the platinum sardine. When they go up in your room and steal your six-dollar-an-ounce perfume, a girl’s got to let a man go.
Charlotte. I should say she has. What did he say when you broke it off?
Doris. He couldn’t say anything. He was too pie-eyed. I tied his ring on a string, hung it around his neck and pushed him out the door.
Jerry. Who’s the new one?
Doris. Well, to tell you the truth, I don’t know much about him, but I’ll tell you what I do know from what information I could gather from mutual friends, and so forth. He’s not quite so clean-cut as the first one, but he’s got lots of other good qualities. He comes from the State of Idaho, from a town named Fish.
Jerry. Fish? F-i-s-h?
Doris. I think so. It was named after his uncle ... a Mr. Fish.