"I may backslide now and then, sweetness, but—"
"There's no backsliding for you any more, Blink. After that Gregory raid business you slid back as far in my mind as a fellow can slide."
He drained his glass, and this time caught his sway a bit too late.
"Forget that, kiddo."
"I can't. It was that showed me plainer than all that went before how I was wasting my time working over you."
"'Ain't I got something on you, too, peaches? But you don't hear me throwing it up to you, do you? 'Ain't I got Checkers on you?"
"You—"
"But I ain't blaming you. Come, Marj, let's swap our real names."
"What?"
"Sure, I ain't blaming you. Only be on the level, girl—be on the level. If it's big fry you're after, and we don't measure up down here, say so."
"You—I think you're crazy, Blink."