“The Bertha Cool you’ve been talking about?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think she’ll like me?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“She doesn’t like good-looking young women — particularly when she thinks I do.”
“Why? Afraid she’s going to lose you?”
“Just on principle,” I said. “She probably doesn’t have any reason.”
“Do we — that is, register under our own names?”
“No.”