He went on gazing at the opposite wall. Finally he said, “Last night I got married.”
“You what?”
“Got married.”
“You joking?”
“No.”
There was another long pause. When she spoke again, her voice sounded queer, sort of strangled. “Where’d you pull this caper?”
“At the Greek’s place,” he said. He spoke tonelessly. “Bought a license. She signed her name to it. I signed my name. I put a ring on her finger.”
“The girl I seen you with? That floozie from uptown?”
“Yeah.” He sighed heavily. He wondered if there was anything else to say.
He heard Bella saying, “Tell me how it happened.”