“Breakfast good?” she asked.
“Never better.”
“That don’t make it so good.” They laughed. He was always so polite with her. That was why she liked him, she thought. He was very kind. He was handsome, too, but that wasn’t as important as being polite. A lot of fine people were not handsome.
“What’s in the paper?” she asked. She never quite knew what to talk about when she was with him.
“Not much. The same old stuff. Election stuff mostly.”
“Seems like there’s always an election.”
“There’re a lot of them.”
“I almost don’t read any newspapers. I don’t seem to get time to read them. I’ll bet you read a lot of them.”
“I have to. I read all about the market.”
“That’s right, you’re in Wall Street. That must be exciting. Working there where all those big deals are made.”