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Nadine looked after him, a cool, amused smile on her carefully made-up features. David took his envelope without looking at her, while Clinton, traces of eyeliner still about his eyes, shot away without a word. His wife, an ex-dancer, was expecting at any time, which explained much of his harried look lately. He really needed the money.

Marty's envelope was a little thicker than the others. He took it and put it in a little red handbag that David didn't remember seeing when he came in.

"Babe!" Nadine turned to the last of them. "I'm so glad you haven't changed. Our backers want to do the town tonight, and you can come with us and make a foursome!"

The look of pleasure on Babe Corbin's face was counteracted by the disgust shown by David Rennick and the relief on Marty's made- up face.

"I'd love to, Nadine," Babe said in a high-pitched voice that made nadine smile even more. She went over and took his hand. Babe was wearing the long, false nails Millie had left earlier a bright, blushing pink to match the makeup he had re-done since entering the dressing room.

"Leave that dress on then," said Nadine, putting her arm about Babe's narrow waist in the white, sequinned dress. "Let's go right away. The men are waiting!"

When the pair had left, Marty let out a sigh even greater than the one released by David Rennick. "That woman!" he hissed, pulling up and fastening his green pleated skirt over his silk blouse. He took off his wig and took up a comb to style his own hair.

David Rennick wavered. Normally, he and Marty, perhaps with Ace and Farrell, would take the girls out for a drink on a pay-day. Now, Marty had become one of the girls! He didn't know what to do. "Well," he said awkwardly, "I've got to be going. Cindy's got to meet her sister uptown tonight."

Marty nodded with understanding. "See you tomorrow," he said

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