JUST WHY IN THIS DAY and age she didn’t just come out and say—or think—flatly that she was there to keep me in line, I don’t know. But there she was, talking all around the main point and delivering the information by long-winded inference.
Even so, without her Pittsburgh stogie, Tomboy Taylor was a mighty attractive dish, and I knew that she could also be a bright and interesting conversationalist if she wanted to be. Under other circumstances I might have enjoyed the company, but it was no pleasure to know that every grain of her one hundred and fourteen pounds avoirdupois was Barcelona’s Personal Property. At that moment I realized that I was not too much concerned with what Barcelona’s reaction might be. Instead, I was wishing that things were different so that any activity between us
