"
"What, Getaway, what?"
"Why, I'm not working there any more. Why, Gawalmighty couldn't have
pleased that old screwdriver. He was so tight the dimes in his pocket
used to mildew from laying. He got sore as a pup at me one day just
because I--"
"Getaway, you never told me you lost that job that I got for you out of
the newspaper!"
"I didn't lose it, Marylin. I heard it when it fell. Jobs is like
vaccination, they take or they don't."
"They never take with you, Getaway."
"Don't you believe it. I'm on one now--"
"A job?"
"Aw, not the way you mean. Me and a guy got a business proposition on.
If it goes through, I'll buy you a marriage license engraved on solid
gold."
"What is it, then, the proposition?"
"Can't you trust me, Marylin, for a day or two, until it goes through?
Sometimes just talking about it is enough to put the jinx on a good
thing."
"You mean--"
"I mean I'm going to have money in my pockets."
"What kind of money?"
"Real money."
"_Honest_ money?"
"Honest-to-God money.
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