“This calls for a drink,” I said, beckoning to the barman. “What part of Paradise did you escape from?”
“I didn’t escape,” she said, laughing, “I’m out on parole, but I thought it was just another job. I know different now.”
The barman looked at us.
“What’ll you have?”
“A green parrot,” she said. “It’s Toni’s special.”
“Okay,” I said to the barman. “Make it two.”
While the barman was fixing the drinks, I said, “So you don’t think it’s just another job?”
She shook her head. “I read character,” she said. “I’m going to have fun with you.”
I winked at her. “That’s only half of it. What shall we do? I mean, let’s map out a programme.”
“We’ll have a drink, then dinner, then dance, then we’ll go to the beach and swim Then we’ll have more drinks and then—”