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less than feminine sneer. "So what," she shot back at him. "Let the kid see what the big boys play with." |
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Reluctantly, the young man stepped back and motioned them on. |
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"You're a goddamn exhibitionist," Charlie snarled. |
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As usual, Peggy Bowles' response was preceded by an expression of indifference; she shrugged her shoulders and slumped back against the door on her side of the car. "Know something, Charlie Frazier? You're a snob. Some pimply-faced kid gets his kicks looking at my legs and you go off like a cheap rocket. Who the hell does it hurt?" |
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Like the setting, the weekend was starting out just like Charlie had figured it would. It was Friday, and already they were bickering at each other. Par for the coursePeggy the Mouth; Peggy the Acid Tongue; Peggy, the woman for whom no amount of mine attention was enough. With Peggy Bowles there were admitted consistencies, things Charlie could count on, like too short skirts, see-through blouses and cheap jewelry. He had met her on a fast track, and the barrage of flippant answers that intrigued him at first had now grown tiresome. |
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"We're looking for unit twenty-eight," he sighed, ignoring the obvious and trying to hold things together. The weekend was too |
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