The chestnut screwed her head round and took a look at Sam, then she laughed. “You’re cute,” she said.
Sam got up and made an elaborate bow. “Sister,” he said, “you’ve got it all.”
The chestnut squeezed by, now that Sam stood up. Her escort, a little runt, glared at Sam, who raised two fingers of his right hand.
Duffy said, “Can’t you behave yourself?”
Sam looked grieved. “She liked it,” he said.
His blonde was looking across the room, tapping her foot. She was annoyed.
Duffy said to the girl with the big mouth, “Let’s dance.”
When they got on the floor he said, “Olga ain’t here tonight?”
She looked up at him, a little frown creasing her brow. “Olga?” she said.
“Sure, Olga Shann. I’d like to meet her again.”