The bell whirred suddenly, making her start round.
She ran to the front door. Roxy was standing there, his black fedora tilted over his eyes, and his hands in his pockets.
Myra said, “Why, Roxy!” She was pleased to see him.
“H’yah, baby.” Roxy stood smiling at her. “Ain’t seen you for a long time.”
“Come right in.” She stood aside to let him pass.
Roxy wandered in, his eyes roving round the room. He raised his eyebrows a little. “Swell joint you got here,” he observed.
“Do you like it?” Myra led him over to the leather couch.
“Sure, I think it’s class. You two must be knockin’ the berries off the bush all right.”
Myra nodded. “We get along,” she said. “And you, Roxy, how are you makin’ out?”
Roxy shrugged. “About the same,” he said. “I’d like somethin’ more steady, but I ain’t moanin’.”