Luigi gets his wind back, and starts gettin' tough again. "So you been two-timin' me fer this old goat here, huh?" "I assure you, this is as much of a shock to me--" But the LaTour ain't payin' them no attention. She pulls the robe half over her, and gives with that tinklin' laugh again. "I didn't expect to come back here," she chuckles. "I made a mistake." "Where you been?" Luigi moves towards her, like he was gonna hit her. "Don't you take another step, you lug!" She sure knew how to handle men. Luigi stops like he's been slugged by a Uranian, and his face gets all purple and pleading. "Aw come on, babe, gimme a break. Ain't you been hangin' out with this little jerk long enough?" "Th-that garment--" The little guy is starin' at the robe LaTour is holdin' over the better parts of her. "That white robe--where did you get it?" he sorta wheezed. "This? Oh, this old thing. It's just part of my old wardrobe. The guy I married gave it to me." "You--_what_?" Luigi's puss turns from purple to pale white. "You ain't married?" "Oh, no?" LaTour looks at him like he's a Venusian rainworm, and the lug goes inta another Technicolor trance. "But I'm gettin' fed up already," she yawns. "I met a fella's got a lot more S.A. than the guy I'm hitched to now. Yeah," she giggles, "My new fella knows how to appreciate a gal. Why, he even judged a beauty contest once." "You take that jet line to Atlantic City, baby?" Luigi says. The LaTour laughs, and catches the little guy's eye. "Professor, tell this jerk here what I'm talkin' about." The little guy nods. "So that's why you didn't come back," he says. "Yeah. I been promised to my new fella, and I ain't one to break a promise." "The apple of discord," the little guy is mutterin'. "'Twas ever thus, my dear. But why are you here now?" "I been tellin' my new boy friend about show business. He kept beggin' me to do my stuff, and I finally gave in. Right after we eloped--maybe it's the ham in me or somethin', but I did my routine fer him, and I guess I musta forgot and added that extra wiggle. "I figured he had it comin'," she says. "Anyhow, here I am." "And you'll stay here now, baby, wherever you been?" For a tough guy, Luigi sure looked soft-boiled, now. The LaTour gave him a look that ain't had the benefit of Ivory Soap. "I'm goin' back." "Aw, baby...." "I can speak their language fine now. Besides, there's gonna be hell to pay because we eloped. And I gotta stick by Paris." "You goin' to France, Miss LaTour?" I blurts out. * * * * * She laughs. Luigi is scowlin', but the little professor is just noddin' like he understands everything. "I been there, fella," she says to me. "I been everywhere." She starts to hum a song I ain't never heard before. "This here's LaTour's farewell tour, men," she says, startin' to do some fancy movin' around that makes my skin crawl, watchin' her. "Baby, you ain't gonna start your routine here, are ya?" Luigi says.