Larry didn’t get it. How could Sven know who Dana was? Her picture hadn’t been in the paper. Larry figured the Trib hadn’t even mentioned Bill was married. “Are you saying this guy was baiting Bill to talk about me? I don’t see why he’d do that.”
“Did I tell you the guy is short and blond with glasses? He just has to be the one from the class. And you’re right that he must have taken up with Violet.”
“There are thousands of little blond guys with glasses in this town.”
“My intuition tells me it’s him,” she insisted. “It just has to be him.”
“Your intuition,” Larry said. “I really like that about you, babe—you’re so feminine. You know, maybe I could find a half hour or so to take you over to—where was it? Franklin and Chicago? I can see Nancy at nine instead of eight.” Probably they wou
