Stella didn’t say anything.
“I see. That sounds sort of bad,” Denny said, wondering what she meant. “I’m in real estate myself. I was wondering if either of you could shorthand or something. I might be able to get you fixed up.”
Gerda laughed again. Denny frowned. He didn’t like her hissing little laugh so close to his ear. “Don’t do that,” he said sharply. “What’s funny about it?”
“Nothin’,” she said quickly, “we think you’re swell to offer, don’t we, Stella?”
Stella said after a pause: “You see, we do a song an’ dance act. I guess office routine is way up the wrong street.”
Denny grunted. “Sure,” he said, “I understand that. If you’re an act, you don’t want any sort of job. What makes you think Miami’ll take to you?”
“Oh, we don’t know,” Gerda said, “we just hopin’. When you’ve pushed around as we have, hope is about the one thing that gets you anywhere, and nice-looking Stella.” She laughed again.
Denny watched her in the driving mirror. “So Stella helps too, does she?” he said for something to say.
“Sure, it’s her capital to look nice,” Gerda said with a tiny sneer in her voice.
“And what do you do?” Denny said curiously.