Reno
She took me into her living room, backed away from me, revolved, and asked me how I liked the new dress. I said I liked it. She explained that the color was rose beige and that the dinguses on the side were something or other, winding up:
“And you really think I look good in it?”
“You always look good,” I said. “Lew Yard and Pete the Finn went calling on old Elihu this afternoon.”
She made a face at me and said:
“You don’t give a damn about my dress. What did they do there?”
“A powwow, I suppose.”
She looked at me through her lashes and asked:
“Don’t you really know where Max is?”