A woman called for you today said Max’s wife. Oh said Max who was she? She didn’t say Max’s wife replied. Well dames that don’t leave names Aren’t worth worrying over Max said Lighting up a cigarette and sitting In a chair by the window. She seemed to know you Max’s wife stated stiffly Seemed quite put out when I told her I was your wife. Dames are always put out over something or other Max said noticing his wife’s beauty spot And how it moved as she spoke. She was a brunette. Ah a brunette huh? Yes a brunette his wife said. Well? She said after a minute’s pause. New York’s full of brunettes. This one came to the apartment and rang our bell And stood at the door asking for Max. There are plenty of men called Max in New York Honey he said Comparing in his mind his wife and the brunette He’d met at a bar the other night. She seemed your type his wife said sulkily The type that sways her hips and sticks out their ***. Yes I know the type Max said and sighed They can never leave me alone. I tell them I am happily married to the best dame in New York But they seem not to hear Max said Watching smoke rise upwards. Best dame in New York huh? His wife said. Sure you are he said taking in his wife’s plump *** Hanging over the side of the chair like melted cheese. She smiled and said must have been a mistake On her part coming here and asking for Max. Sure it was Max said dames sometimes make mistakes They have no sense of direction. His wife smiled at him sexily hoping. Max smiled back and hoped for *******.