And you might remember that I told Walt that, too—here the way you hint around sometimes and wonder if I don't go taking girls out to dinner when I'm in New York.
And when you consider what I told Walt about Jackie, I'm damned if I can see any reason why just once in a while you can't shut that cat in the kitchen and allow Jackie in the house. But what I'm getting at: I wish you could have listened in and heard me when I was talking to Walt about you. If you heard some men gassing about their wives—
But let that pass. I'll just tell you briefly about the trip.
I caught the train all right, with three good minutes to spare, and I had my dinner on the diner—it wasn't such a bad dinner—I remember I had vegetable soup and fried chicken and fried potatoes and corn and a wedge of apple pie with whipped cream on it—say, I wish you could get that Lithuanian to stir her stumps and whip some