“Why don’t you come to the city if you feel that way about it, and make some contacts?”
“One of these days I’m going to.”
“And what would Charlie say?”
“You leave Charlie out of it,” she said.
“I don’t suppose your boy friend would be a big man with a cleft chin and a mole on his cheek, would he?”
She drew diagrams at furious speed. “I don’t like to be kidded,” she said.
“I’m not kidding. I’m asking.”
She dropped the pencil to the counter, and looked up at me. “You’re playing a game, Donald Lam,” she said. “You’re not fooling me for a minute. You’re smart, and shrewd, and cautious. There’s something big in the wind. If I could find out what it was, I could use it to get out of this town and get established in something in the city. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
“Under those circumstances,” I said, “the only thing I can do is to wish you luck.”
“Luck?” she asked.