The voice rose in pitch. Audrey could hear the words and the alarm in them. “Is something the matter with Sarah?”
Jimmie laughed. “No!”
“Then—!”
“Listen, mug! I’m her brother and I’ve just found out she’s nuts about you.”
“So what,” said Harry bitterly.
“So your family sicks dogs on me.”
“I’m trying to call back the dogs, if you’ll give me a chance. Listen. I’m a right guy. Are you?”
“I try to be. Go on.”
“You sound like it. Harry, did you ever tell Sarah that you were partly Jewish?”
There was a long pause. Very long. A voice incredibly strained. “Didn’t she know that—all the time?”