"Tha's the most thing we is aimin' to do."
"But Cæsar--how come Sicily lets you return to a place like that?"
Mr. Clump laughed loudly. "Shuh! Eddie, she don't know nothin'
'bout it. She thinks I an' Florian is gwine be gallivantin' aroun'
the water front lookin' fo' lit'ry material."
"No!"
"Yeh. Golla! she woul'n't dream of leavin' me go to see no Algiers
dancin' girls a secon' time. Once was bad enough. So I an' Florian
framed this story an' right away she says all right we can go. Now
we was thinkin' that you would have the time of yo' life.... Boy!
until you has visited that place, you ain't been nowhere an' you
ain't seen nothin'. How 'bout it?"
Eddie shook his head. "Nothin' stirrin', Cæsar. Glorious woul'n't
never say yes."
"You ain't got to 'splain ev'ything to yo' wife, has you?"
"Uh-huh. Us promised each other that."
Florian grimaced. "What good is a wife if you cain't break promises
to her? C'mon, Eddie--be a good sport."
"Cain't make it, boys." He stared at Cæsar thoughtfully. "Anybody
but me know where you-all is goin'?"
"I don't reckon so."
"Well, don't tell nobody then."