“Go bowl a hoop,” she said.
He looked quite cut-up.
“And I thought you cared for me for myself,” he said, shaking his head at her.
She looked at me. “Tell him to go bowl a hoop,” she said. “We don’t want him in our party, do we?”
“The lady wants you to bowl a hoop,” I said to Hoskiss. “Can you oblige her?”
He finished his whisky, sighed.
“Not immediately,” he said, “but don’t let that interfere with your fun. She isn’t the only blonde who’s dipped her head in peroxide. I see a red-head steering my way.”
A red-haired girl came up. She was a trifle plump and her face was heavily powdered and rouged. She had on yellow silk panties.
“Want any help?” she asked the blonde. “Take this cram off our hands,” the blonde said, waving languidly at Hoskiss. “He eats grape-nuts and hasn’t any dough.”
The red-head sniffed. “Haven’t you really any dough, darling?” she asked Hoskiss.