“Dont make no difference between us Rosie. Then they’d be after me for bigamy too. That’d be pretty.”
Rosie shuddered at the bellboy’s knock. Jake Silverman put the tray with its clinking bowl of ice on the bureau and fetched a square whiskeybottle out of the wardrobe.
“Dont pour out any for me. I havent got the heart for it.”
“Kid you’ve got to pull yourself together. Put on the glad rags an we’ll go to a show. Hell I been in lots o tighter holes than this.” With his highball in his hand he went to the phone. “I want the newsstand.... Hello cutie.... Sure I’m an old friend of yours.... Sure you know me.... Look could you get me two seats for the Follies.... That’s the idear.... No I cant sit back of the eighth row....
That’s a good little girl.... An you’ll call me in ten minutes will you dearie?”
“Say Jake is there really any borax in that lake?”
“Sure there is. Aint we got the affidavit of four experts?”
“Sure. I was just kinder wonderin.... Say Jake if this ever gets wound up will you promise me not to go in for any more wildcat schemes?”
“Sure; I wont need to.... My you’re a redhot mommer in that dress.”
“Do you like it?”