“It’s the God’s truth. The old women want young men, and the old men want the flappers. If the older men would give the older women just a little attention, it would make everybody a lot happier.” She kept her eyes on mine. “As for me, I want youth.”
She put her hand across the table and squeezed mine. “What did you say to that girl?”
“What girl?”
“The one who came over to use the cigarette machine when you were playing the pinball machine — Rosalind. You bought her a drink when you were here before — remember?”
I said, “I didn’t place her at first. I guess she’s sore. I kept looking at you when she was with me. She noticed it. I think it made her mad.”
“Oh.”
“Aren’t you and Emory getting along?” I asked.
“Oh, yes. Famously. Why?”
“I was wondering after what you said about older men and wanting youth.”
She smiled and said, “Oh, in a way he’s different. He’s so quaint and — sort of old-fashioned. He’s like a father to me. What does he do?”