‘Irene,’ I said. ‘You’re losing your figure.’
‘But you’re gaining a litter,’ said the look she gave me.
‘So who’s the father?’
‘I didn’t see his face — it was a speed-dating kind of thing.’
‘Maybe it’s time to have you spayed.’
‘What, you don’t believe in free love?’
‘Irene, nothing about love is free.’
‘Has life made you bitter? Talk to me about it, I’m a good listener.’
‘Some other time, Irene. Now I have to think of names for your love-children.’
‘You’re all heart, Boss.’