“Let him look,” she said. “We’re entitled to twenty minutes on a drink, more if we want to take it.”
“You get a commission?”
“Sure.”
“And drink what?” I asked.
Her eyes were defiant. “Whisky,” she said, “and don’t let anybody kid you on that score.”
“You do a turn?” I asked.
“Yes. A song, and a few kick steps.”
“Who’s the woman with the funny eyes?” I asked.
She laughed and said, “That’s Dora, the new hostess. I guess Flo was here when you were here before, wasn’t she?”
I nodded.