She sat up, remembered there were gentlemen present, dived under the bedclothes again.
“What the hell goes on?” she demanded in a voice thick with rage and fright.
“Shut up,” Gomez snarled, and went on reading.
“Chivalry in the twentieth century,” I said sadly. “Never mind. Relax, beautiful, and wait until the great man has read his paper.”
Lois lay back regarding Gomez with glittering, furious eyes.
He got through reading the newspaper, slung it down.
“The rat I” he said, clenching his fists, then remembering I was still with him, went on, “What do you want?”
“Ed. and I don’t get along either,” I said. “I thought you might feel like doing something about it.”
He stared at me for a moment, then lay back. “Such as what?”
“Are you crazy?” Lois demanded furiously. “Why do you let this heel sit on our bed like this? Hit him! Do something!”