I didn't say a word.
"You'll remember it all your life. And I'll have something to remember, too. Paul's uncle! They all go for Marcia! Then—there's about Gwen—"
"What?"
"She told us this afternoon. I'm jealous of Gwen. I'd like—just for once—to fix her. After all—you're not like Paul; it isn't as if you'd never met a girl in my trade before. What have you got to lose? And I'll write that letter. When he sees it—he'll toss his damned torch in an icebox."
What about this Greater Love stuff? I asked myself.
She was kissing me—giving me, not invitations, but commands.
I got up with her and set her on her feet.
"No, baby. You're something. I don't blame Paul. But I play only for myself. Never mix romance in a deal."
She slapped me and ran out of the room.