...that it was St. Patrick's Day, Jimmy walked in with the little blonde. He dallied at the bar a minute, then prodded her with his five fingers bridged above her hips to a booth at the back. She kept her tiny peaked face pulled into her coat collar, but I knew she was the one he'd brought down to the office around Christmas. I'd asked him about her afterwards, but he shrugged it off so I didn't press it. I was giving some guy at the bar a hard sell on a whole life policy or I...