“How many Joes are there?” I asked Marilyn.
“Just one. Why?”
“He seems to be twins.”
“You seein’ two of ‘em?” Hale asked solicitously.
I said, “No. I only see one, but the other one is over at the bar getting the drinks mixed. He’ll come back with the drinks while this one is over at the bar getting more drinks mixed. One man couldn’t make that many round trips.”
Joe looked down at me with the half smile on his lips, an expression of detached amusement, not unmixed with contempt.
Hale started to laugh. His laughter kept getting louder. I thought he was going to fall off the chair.
Marilyn waved her hand. “Same thing all around.”
Abruptly I pushed back my chair. “I’m going home,” I said.
Rosalind looked at me. “Aw, gee, Donald, you just got here.”