“Is she what?”
“Swell.”
“O boy! Listen, that honey’s—” Duffy broke off as Olga walked into the room. “Well, Sam, I’ll be seeing you. Don’t do anything you wouldn’t like me to know about.” He dropped the receiver on to the prong.
Olga smiled at him. “I heard. I’m glad.”
“You packed my things?”
“Just finished. There’s so much junk.”
“Leave it.. We ain’t coming back.”
He put his arms round her. “I like you a lot,” he said.
She pulled his face down to hers hungrily. “Was I really good for you?” she whispered.
He said, “Huh-uh.”