“It’s only fair to warn you that you may not like her at all. Some people don’t.”
“I’m sure I shall. Come along!” he laughed.
“Wait a moment. How much money have you got? When I’m Bobby, I insist on paying my own way. But I’ve only carfare home tonight. So you’ll have to lend me some.”
He took out a roll of bills from his pocket, all that was left of the two weeks’ salary after paying for his apartment, and solemnly divided it.
She accepted the money, and then handed it back. “No, I feel like being recklessly dependent tonight. I’ll let you buy my dinner.... One moment—I have to turn the lights out. Go ahead, I can find my way out in the dark.”
She joined him in the hall a moment later. “The elevator’s stopped running,” she said, “we’ll have to walk down.”
Half way down she stopped. “Let’s rest and smoke a cigarette.”
She lighted her cigarette at his match, and then asked, “What brings you here tonight?”
“Idle curiosity,” he said.
She puffed on her cigarette and scrutinized his face by the glow it made in the dark.