“I knew that a long time ago.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Something else wrong with him?”
“I don’t know. It comes out of that condition of being slap-happy. They all get it sooner or later. I think Pug had some of it. It keeps them from seeing things the way you’d see them or the way I’d see them. Look, Donald, do you think that after a while, if you keep hanging around and I get nuts over you, I’ll spill everything I know?”
“I just hadn’t thought much about it.”
“Well, think about it now then.”
“All right, I will.”
“If you ever try to pump me about that, I’ll kill you. I — l’d not only hate you, but — but — but it would do something to me, Donald. It would jerk something out from under me. Please, Donald, give me a break on that. If that’s the play, let’s just call this little party off right now, and I can get over it — maybe. If I wait a few more days, I’ll never get over it.”
“Got any friends here?” I asked her.
“No.”