Kiss Your Elbow
I was in bed—which IS where I usually am at ten o'clock in the morning—when the phone rang.
"What's with you? This is Nellie." As though it was necessary to tell me who it was with that croak for a voice, even if she did wake me up. I lit a cigarette because she liked to talk for a long time and so do I and she was paying for the call and I didn't have anything else to do.
"I'm still in bed."
"Well, do you think you could get that long lean brownness the hell out of that bed for a job?"
"How much? It's a nice bed."
"Twenty-five a day for maybe three days or more. Of course, if you're not interested, I got a book full of youth and beauty right here at my elbow."
"If it's more of those smoker pictures, the answer is no."
"Now, Timmy, darling, you know that wasn't my fault. They told me that short was only for advertising purposes. Besides, the money was good."
"Well, I don't need that kind of advertising yet. What's the gag this time?"
"Can you be in my office in an hour?"
"Tell me now."
"I tell you nothing till you sign Nellie's little receipt book. Do you or d ... read full excerpt from: Kiss Your Elbow ebook
