I reached in my purse and pulled out three crisp dollar bills, folding his hand over them neatly. “There you go. That’ll get you back to Chinatown, and pay for the alcohol I’ve drunk so very much of.” He glared at me. “You know that’s too much.” “You mustn’t give it back, I’ll be ever so—” “What are you? Of course I’m not going to give it back.”
