The girl grinned. “That’s easy. Buy her drinks and slip her a dollar on the side when no one’s looking.”
“How about her love affair? That fellow didn’t make her by buying her drinks, did he?”
“No. A man who buys her drinks is a sucker to her — say, mind if I tell you something?”
“Go ahead.”
“I’m going to give you a tip. You look like a right sort. Don’t monkey with Marilyn.”
“I want something from her.”
“Don’t get it.”
“I mean information.”
“Oh.”
There was silence for a little while. I caught the waiter looking at me and motioned him over. I handed him another dollar and a quarter and said, “Another drink for the lady.”