"It's the guy that done this," said a man. "One shot was all he needed to finish him, right through the heart."
Six weeks since Evelyn had been buried. Pearl had not been in Juarez since that night. Harry had called up several times, but she had only seen him once, and tonight the desire to see him was so great she called up Mickey and made a date with her to meet on the Mexican side and see Harry. It wouldn't be the same without Evelyn, but she still had Harry and he could always be depended on—he loved her—she knew that.
"Hello, darling," said Mickey as she put her arms around Pearl. "You look a little peaked; let's have a little drink and then we will go in and see the floor show."
"All right," said Pearl, as she turned to the bar.
They had their drinks and found a table where they could see Harry and the show. Pearl was happy for the first time in weeks. She loved Harry dearly; with him she could start all over and face life on a different plane. He saw her and waved, and soon he come over to them.
"Well, it's been some time since I've seen you—how are you?" said Harry as he leaned over the table.
"Fine, Harry, and you look wonderful."
"Listen, darling, you will have to excuse me tonight—I won't be able to see you after the show. I've got an engagement, about some business, but I'll give you a ring in a day or so," as he left the table.
Pearl looked at Mickey—Mickey looked at her glass as she laid her hand over Pearl's.
"Forget it, kid, he's not worth it—have another drink and let's get out of here."