" Come on, g*****a, Marie, let’s go hit the jazz joints and forget it. Dean will be dead someday.
Then what can you say to him? "
" The sooner he’s dead the better, " said g*****a, and she spoke officially for almost everyone in the room.
" Very well, then, " I said, " but now he’s alive and I’ll bet you want to know what he does next and that’s because he’s got the secret that we’re all busting to find and it’s splitting his head wide open and if he goes mad don’t worry, it won’t be your fault but the fault of God. "
They objected to this; they said I really didn’t know Dean; they said he was the worst scoundrel that ever lived and I’d find out someday to my regret. I was amused to hear them protest so much.
Roy Johnson rose to the defense of the ladies and said he knew Dean better
