She finished her drink. She got up, came round the desk, came to Berg, took the glass away from him. She refilled the glasses—mixed two strong drinks.
Berg said: “Hey…hey…you’re giving me a real snifter, ain’t you? What’s the idea—trying to loosen my tongue?” He laughed at her. He moved across to the desk and took the glass.
She said: “No, Rene. You’ll never talk unless you wanta talk. You don’t wanta talk I think because…well, maybe you haven’t very much to talk about. I know how it is. A lot of guys have had a bad time the last two three years. It’s been O.K. for those who’ve been in the Services and had a job, but if you were sort of on the shelf like maybe you have been, it hasn’t been so good.”
Berg said: “Well, it looks as if it’s been pretty good with you. A nice place you’ve got
