“It wouldn’t be any trouble to me,” she said wistfully. “It’d be fun.”
“Now for the love of mike behave yourself. Haven’t I enough on my mind without you adding to it?”
Clancy had drawn near and was staring at me with startled Interest. “Do you have to do that?” he asked suspiciously.
“Why not?” I returned. “Can’t I talk to myself without you horning in?”
“I guess so,” he returned, looking at me old fashioned. “But, I don’t like it much. It shows softening of the brain.”
“That’s better than having no brain at all, you cretin,” Arym’s voice snapped.
Clancy stiffened. “What’s that?” he said, glaring at me. “I didn’t say anything,” I returned hurriedly.
“Don’t tell lies,” Clancy said. “One more crack like that and I’ll toss you in the can. And cut out that falsetto voice. I don’t like it.”
Just then a young and pretty nurse came down the corridor.
Clancy, who never passed up a nice-looking girl, swallowed his wrath. He adjusted his necktie and smirked at her. “Evening,” he said, swelling out his chest.