Punishment. Reward. Who could tell what it was? But several times a guest threw me a furtive glance. The twin sisters gave me nothing but outright hunger, but the one who nearly turned things to s**t was the wise guy.
“Wha’ about tha’ one, the one wit’ da hood?” he asked, speech slurred. He strode over, unsteady on his feet.
Mrs. Smith smoothly got between us. “As I said, Mr. Malloy, she is a special treat tonight.”
Malloy? Where had I heard that name before?
“I would like an in- introduction,” Malloy said.
“As you should know by her gag she is not to be spoken to, nor introduced,” Mrs. Smith replied, a little irked.
“We’ll see,” Malloy said.
“Take it easy, friend,” said Drew. “There are plenty of nice ladies to speak with tonight. Let it go.”
“Tha’s easy fer you t’ say. How many g
