“I loved Sylvia.”
“Okay. You loved Sylvia. And you can even be faithful to her memory forever. But that doesn’t mean you have to sleep alone, David. That’s dumb. Go out. Meet someone. Bring her back here. I don’t care.”
David was silent
“You mean to tell me there’s not a single secretary in the entire Federal establishment in Cleveland who interests you? Not one? Then hit the singles bars.”
“Cindy. I’m too old for that. Singles bars? That’s for kids. And who would I meet there? Teenyboppers. No, thanks. Not for me.”
“Well, damn it, David, you’ve got to do something. You’re dying here. You can’t just hang around with my two girlfriends. You’ll turn into an old maid. Like them.”
“They’re married.”
“They’re still old maids. Look at who they’re married to. Only an old maid or a person a
