“But, isn’t it a good job?” she asked, surprised.
“I don’t know. The money’s all right. But Peppi’s a bad guy to work with. He won’t last.”
“But you’re not working with Peppi,” she pointed out. “You’d be working with this Andasca, wouldn’t you?”
“It’s the same thing. Andasca would be Peppi’s stooge.”
“You ought to think about it,” she went on, “what will you do otherwise?”
I finished my drink, “I’ll think about it but let’s eat now,” I said, getting up.
We went into the restaurant.
After the waiters had fussed around, and we had chosen our meal, I said, “Seriously, don’t you think we ought to find your father first?”
She lifted her shoulders, “Oh, I’ve been thinking about that. You know, I don’t care very much one way or the other.”
I looked at her, “You don’t, huh?”