He did not; they did not. They took a booth on the same side of the room that I was at, but half a dozen feet to my front and across the aisle from th... main bar. They were talking. I saw her look around, for me I supposed; she didn’t notice me, not yet: a break for me. She looked—pissed. I had to wonder at that.“He’s not here yet,” she said.“He’ll be here,” he said. “And he’s not going to be happy that you are,” said Blake. He’d hit the nail on the head with that one.“Tough shit. The little. ‘My name is Rose. What’s yours?’ ‘Jimmy, Jimmy Jones,’ I answered. ‘Where are you from, Jimmy Jones? Where’s your family?’ she asked. ‘Madam, I’m sorry to be impolite but I just want something to eat.’ ‘Call me Rose. Everyone does. I didn’t mean to pry, Jimmy. It’s just that you seem so young to be out here on your own.’ ‘I’m seventeen and can take care of myself,’ I said proudly. Rose replied, ‘I’m sure you can, Jimmy. How about you getting washed up while we set out some food?’ I looked. It intoxicated her, and comforted her at the same time. She did not turn, but her body shivered when she felt his warm breath against her ear, and his deep voice followed it; "You look stunning in that dress, seems like everybody here wants you. All these rich men must be offering you their fortunes for one night with you." He placed his hand on her thigh, his fingers just inside the slit that ran the length of her skirt, resting on her stockinged leg. He did not move it just rested it. But he didn't say anything. It was a typical New York conversation.The big, rough looking fellow beside Lois kept at the free market stuff, as though he had just discovered Economics 101. Finally, Elly pricked his balloon a little. "I watch stocks all the time, Brian. You can't have much confidence in some of the totally wacky things that happen with mergers these days. It's passing fancy, not an invisible hand." She was holding his eyes, but felt Evan's gaze on her. She caught a little.