get me out.”
He took Milly by the arm and manipulated the mustache.
“Let’s get out of here. This monkey’s out for the night. I’ve got to see the boys at three o’clock.”
Milly lifted Joe’s head and let it fall with a plump.
“He sure is out. Aren’t we going to take him with us?”
Dick grunted. “What do you think, baby?” He was guiding her to the door. “This is where we unload a bad man from the West. West Orange. From now on this Jersey hill-billy is on his own.”
Milly giggled. It was the first in several hours. At the door Richard went into a whispered conversation with the bartender. The Syrian nodded and pocketed a bill. He followed the couple to the door and stood there until the roar of the car was lost in the speed of the gale. Then he began closing up for the night.
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