“Can I help making mistakes?” I said, shrugging. “I’m just good at ’em, that’s all.”
“Well, this makes a big difference,” he went on, blowing a cloud of smoke into my face,
“we can talk now.” He began wandering about the room. “I’ve got this Shumway girl. You were right.”
I looked at him in disgust “You always were a liar,” I said, “you got the other too?”
Peppi smiled, “Arym, do you mean?”
“Is that her name?”
“Why not? She’s just the opposite to Myra. I think its a good name, don’t you?”
“Myra backwards?”
“Yeah, Myra backwards in every way. Your girl’s a good girl.”
“Where do you get that my girl stuff?” I asked, trying to look bewildered.