They walked into the dance-hall again. Sam said suddenly, “Did that blonde smell a little, or is my nose wrong?”
Duffy said his nose was fine.
The girl with the big mouth was standing by the entrance looking for them. Duffy went over. “Did you get it?” he asked.
She nodded and gave him a slip of paper, on it was an address. Duffy gave her twenty bucks. She rolled the notes and tucked them in the top of her stocking. Sam leant forward with interest. “I’m having a swell time,” he said.
Duffy said to the girl, “I’ll be back one of these nights. We’ll have a fine time.”
She looked at him wistfully. “I’ve heard that before.”
Sam said, “You’re young yet. You’ll hear it dozens of times.”
They went downstairs into the street. Duffy stopped at the end of the alley.
“Go home, Sam,” he said. “Be careful how you drive.”
Sam blinked at him. “The fun over so soon?” he asked.