“Well, don’t frown so,” she said peevishly, and then more brightly, “What about a drink? They’ve got some good stuff here. Hey, Joe,” she yelled at the waiter. He came over to their table.
“Two shots, Joe.”
The man went behind the counter and returned a moment later with two jiggers of whiskey. Bervick started to pay.
“Never mind.” Angela pushed his money aside. “This is on the house, isn’t it, Joe?”
“Sure.” Joe walked away.
“I know so many things about Joe, you see.” Angela giggled. They gulped the whiskey. A tall blond sailor across the room caught her eye. She smiled and winked at him. The sailor came over to their table.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said.
“Hello, handsome.” Angela made fluttering feminine movements. Bervick stood up.
“I think I’ll go now,” he said. He noticed the sailor wore a gold earring in one of his ears.
“Bad luck, soldier,” said the sailor, leering and putting his arm around Angela. Bervick turned away.