As we walked towards the long flight of stone steps that led out of the park, she said, “Will you see Andasca?”
“Yeah,” I said, “I’ll see him sometime this evening.”
“Promise?” she said, pressing my arm against her side.
“Promise,” I said. “If it means all that to you.”
As we entered the apartment, Sam came out of the kitchen with a worried look on his face.
“There you are,” he said, relieved. “Is Whisky with you?”
“Why, no,” I said, “Myra didn’t take him.”
Sam looked distressed, “Hell!” he said. “Then he’s lost. He went out soon after you’d gone,” he went on to Myra. “He ain’t been back. I’ve looked up and down the street, but there’s no sign of him. I thought maybe he followed you and you’d taken him for a walk.”
Myra shook her head, “I haven’t seen him,” she said.
“Oh, he’ll turn up,” I said, tossing my hat on the chair, “you know Whisky. He’s found a lady friend and is getting acquainted.”