“You haven’t said so.”
“I’m the strong, silent type!”
Rosalind walked by. Marilyn looked at her as a watchdog might look at a tramp. Rosalind gave me no sign. Marilyn looked away, and I got a quick, intimate, split-second smile; then her face was a dead blank once more.
I ground out my cigarette in the ash tray, dropped my hand to my coat pocket, and surreptitiously dumped all of the cigarettes except one out of the package.
Hale said, “I think this is one of the most delightful drinks I’ve ever tasted.”
Marilyn tossed off the rest of her cold tea, said, “If you take two or three of them one right after the other, you really feel good. But you never get high on them, just a pleasant glow.”
“Is that so?”
She nodded.
“I like to sip a drink like this,” Hale said.
I said, “Be a sport and drink it down. Marilyn wants us to buy another drink.”