Chapter 17 Sally

I was early when I got there, so I sat down on one of those leather couches, and watched the girls. Girls with their legs crossed, girls with their legs not crossed, girls with terrific legs, girls with lousy legs, girls that looked like swell legs, girls that looked like they’d be bitches if you knew them. It was really nice sightseeing, if you know what I mean. Finally, old Sally started coming up the stairs, and I started down to meet her. She looked terrific. She really did. She had on this black coat and sort of a black beret. She hardly ever wore a hat, but that beret looked nice. The funny part is, I felt like marrying her the minute I saw her. I’m crazy. I didn’t even like her much, and yet all of a sudden I felt like I was in love with her and wanted to marry her. I swear to god I’m crazy. I admit it. We horsed around a bit in the cab on the way to the theatre. At first she didn’t want to, because she had her lipstick on and all, but I was being seductive as hell and she didn’t have any alternative.