"That's the trouble with you, Jay," Lou told him frankly.
"You're always getting into fly-paper. Take me.
I drop in the Spinning Top, pick up Tessie or Fifi,
slip them a fifty-dollar bill and that's the end of it.
I can meet them on the street with my wife,
they never bat an eye."
"Ah, they got no feelings," Jay argued.
"What's the fun of sleeping with some
little tart with no feelings?"
"Once you got feelings you're in trouble," Lou warned him.
"Those girls are all right. No talk. Nothing.
But what do you do? You get some dame
that's restless, mad at her husband maybe
too high class for a fifty-dollar bill so
you got to give them a diamond pin.
Then the trouble begins."
Dawn Powell
Angels on Toast
(1940)
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Footnote
This page is dedicated to 9 East 10th St.
That was the Manhattan residence where Ms. Powell wrote Angels On Toast.
The next Dawn Powell page is here.
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Cynical Steet at the corner of Dawn Avenue?
ReplyDeleteOr was it Tongue-in-Cheek Street
Deleteat the corner of Powell Boulevard?
Tart Avenue and Sweet Street
ReplyDeleteTart Avenue and Sweet Street
ReplyDeleteWhere the sweet tooth lovers meet
and become each other's treat.
- Patty Poetica
a/k/a "Anonymous Art Critic #19"
Angels on toast, so much
ReplyDeletemore appealing than the
well known ants on a log
YES! Angels on toast are yummy
ReplyDeleteif their toenails have been clipped
but not their wings.
-Ajita B. Damid
a/k/a Anonymy AC #22