"Oh-my-God!"
"It's a mess. I'm sorry. And I need help. Intelligent help—quick."
"Do what I can."
I went back to the window.
"Who was that?" Paul asked. "Another whore?"
"The management," I said. "You're attracting attention."
He grinned acidly. "I know. Quite a few people already."
"Showing off?"
"Not giving a damn."
I sat down in a chair. I needed to sit down. Presently I called out to him, "If I get Marcia on the phone, will you talk to her?"