"You mean with Big Boy?" exclaimed Evelyn.
"No—no—no—Ev, honey, I mean Harry Hicks. When that kid took me in his arms last night out on that mountain, I went hook, line and sinker, and I don't know how to handle it."
"I'm sorry, Pearl, yet I'm happy—but there's only one thing can come from it, and that's—trouble—, but you got to expect that. You see, for every bit of fun you have in this racket, you have twice as much trouble, so my motto is—laugh, as long as you can, and take the rest of it with a grain of salt, so if you love Harry—you go right ahead—let nothing stand in the way—make it grand while it lasts—then when it's over, you will have something to remember, and nothing can take that from you."
"Come on, Ev, let's get going. It's early, but let's go on over to Juarez and have a few snorts, what do you say?"
"When you mention drinks, you're talking right up my alley."
Evelyn and Pearl strolled out of the Coffee Shoppe, and down South El Paso Street, across in front of the Paso Del Norte Hotel, to wait for the Juarez car.
"My God, what you all doing standing here, not saying a word?" came a voice from behind them.
"Why, hello, Mickey," said Evelyn, as she turned and saw who it was.