“Wally, I’m hoping that you’ll think of me as your girl, especially after that special night we had down in the City.” Sally blushed to match the red in her dress, even as her right hand spread its five fingers across the chest of his overalls.
“Sally,” Wally pulled his hands back to his sides after she shook her head at his attempted embrace, “of course you’re my girl.”
Sally sighed and reached up to run a finger up and down a sharp-angled jaw. “Then if I’m you’re girl, you’ll take care to give more thought as to what you’re going to do for a career.”
Wally smiled again, more firmly this time, and gave his eyes to the still he had inspected last. “You’re looking at it.”
Sally’s eyes followed his as her hand fell away from him. “Haven’t you given any thought to the fact that what you’re doing is illegal?”
“Illegal, but only technically. The government won’t enforce Prohibition, at least not with any heart.” Wally spoke to a turned back as Sally slowly walked away. His words came out faster and faster. “Bootleggers will make a lot of money during Prohibition, at very little risk of getting caught. And even if we do get caught, there’s always bribes, and the IRS agents will only be paid peanuts—”
Wally stopped his explanation after the barn door slammed shut with a fury that shook the entire structure.
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