Baby Sue came back to the office to eat a sandwich at lunchtime. “I’ve had luck, I’ve had luck,” she yelled as she came up the stairs.
She went over and stood at Corinth’s desk and turned so George could hear her too.
“I went to the Wee Washee Laundromat like you told me. I got to talking with that big handsome Italian, the owner. He said he reads the Courier all the time and he loves the advice column by Baby Sue. He said he needs breakup advice. He says women are always calling him. They come in and do their clothes and then they ask him to come over for dinner or a drink or something.
“I told him I’d tell Baby Sue and I said I thought he should write her a letter himself. Then I started talking about taking out a full-page ad and he said he thought it was a great bargain with the twenty-six one-inch ones. So I wrote it up for him and gave him a copy like you told me but I had to sign a different name. I am now B.S. Landry. What do you think?”