“that suit of yours is a little beat.”
“Only thing, Slim,” Charley said, “that suit of yours is a little beat.” Slim’s suit was his onliest suit, and it was a old blue coat with the whitebelly insides showin out under the arms, and there was a rip in the pants he didn’t have time to sew up. Charley said “I know it’s the only suit but this Pink Cat joint is s’posed to be a cocktail lounge, you know, nobody’s satisfied anymore with a regular old saloon.”
