I got there a little early so I just sat down on one of those leather couches right near the clock in the lobby and just watched the girls. There were millions. Some standing, some sitting, just waiting for their dates to show up.
Finally, old Sally started coming up the stairs, and I walked down to meet her. She looked remarkable. She really did. I’m crazy. I didn’t really like her that much, but as soon as I saw her, I wanted to marry her.
I knew she would go made when I told her we were going to see the Lunts.
At first she didn’t want because of her lipstick, but we horsed around in the cab a little bit on the way to the theatre.
We went out with all the other honeys after the first act for a cigarette. She noticed one of the guys and when he finally noticed her he came over and said hello. It was nauseating. It really was. You would’ve thought they’d taken baths together when they were babies or something.
Then I really messed things up. We were having a drink and I had this crazy idea. I started gong on about running away and getting married. I get really carried away with myself sometimes.
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