14

…only thing more confusing than a woman is two women…

Monroe D. Underwood

It started raining about one o’clock.

I sat in the office and worked on a half-pint of Sunnybrook.

After Candi Yakozi I could have used a half-gallon.

I watched umbrellas blossom down on Dearborn Street.

I watched a Yellow Cab sideswipe a Checker Cab.

Later on I watched a Checker Cab sideswipe a Yellow Cab.

Vengeance is sweet.

I watched Winston on the window ledge.

I smoked a pack of cigarettes.

Betsy called at five o’clock.

She said how about my girl friend?

I said oh yes and by the way how about her?

Betsy said were you able to help her?

I said it is my professional opinion that Candi Yakozi is beyond help.

Betsy said I’m concerned about that man watching her.

I said don’t worry about him.

I said he’ll be all right if he doesn’t strike up a conversation.

Betsy said have you been drinking?

I shrugged.

I said no more than necessary.

I said I’m going out there tonight.

Betsy said hold it.

She said let’s get this straight.

She said what you are saying is that you are going to Candi Yakozi’s place.

I said yes.

Betsy said and you are going to be in her apartment.

I shrugged.

I said probably.

I said is there something wrong with that?

Betsy groaned and the line went dead.