“I can’t snub everybody in the world.”
“That’s true enough. Can I ask you something else?”
“I don’t know of any way I can stop you.”
“Well,” said Melissa, “isn’t it true that when you got back here again and found out about those ads and sort of surveyed the rest of the feminine population—”
“No!”
“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”
“I certainly do.”
“Well, I’m not blaming you.”
“Blaming me for what?”
“For getting smart and walking out on her.”
“I didn’t!”
“Oh, phooey,” said Melissa. “She agreed to let you go peacefully if you’d lay low and let Doan keep tabs on you until she buried that Handsome Lover Boy drool and started another advertising campaign.”
“You know,” said Trent, “judging from your unconventional visitor last night, I should think you’d have enough tro
