"Well, at least that's cause for the damndest drunk I can think of—Hey, Pearl—get them things on—Juarez calleth me in a big way—and you too; get them things on. Good Heavens, I'm dry as a bone. Come to think of it, I ain't had a drink in nearly an hour."
"My, Ev, you look good today. Where did you get all those new clothes?" asked Pearl, as she came out of the bathroom.
"The boy friend I told you about last night. He is the cause of all this dressing up, and do you notice the smell? I even put on my best perfume."
"It sure smells good, all right."
"It does now, but wait until I throw a few beers into me, and I'll be the only one in Juarez that will smell like a cross between a violet and a swill barrel," laughed Evelyn.
"Don't you girls think we ought to have something to eat before we start on this drinking tour?"
"Big Boy, you think of the best things—food will do us a lot of good right now. Come to think of it, I forgot to eat this morning. Damned if I ain't hungry," answered Evelyn.
"Where shall we go," asked Pearl.
"Well—I think that the Hilton Coffee Shoppe would be grand," suggested Evelyn.
"Hey, look—Big Boy, you go on down to the cafe, and order for us, and we will be along in a few minutes—will you?"