14I had a quick lunch after my visit to the Sisters of Pleurisy and then went to the office. I told Joe the elevator man that the slimeball landlord still hadn't fixed the sign on my door and that I was fed up. He asked if lunch had been good as well as filling. I took the stairs and ran into the same tramp who had been darkening our stairwell a couple of days ago. I kicked him, but not hard and not for long.
And speaking of tramps, I was glad to see that Dotty was back at work. She looked tired as hell but had a smile on her face the size of both of Primo Carnera's fists. We shot the breeze for a while. Then Dotty went back to Proust—volume three, she said—and I thumbed through my proverbial little black book. I didn't find any proverbs, and I had last seen any of the skirts listed about
