Chapter 11
"Ain't you seen enough, Burt?" asked Leonard Anslinger in a hiss at the outside window. "Your daughter's in there carrying on with that fellow like as though it were the end of the world!"
Burt took a long swig of bourbon and gulped the hot liquid down his throat. "I don't wanna go in yet," he said. "I'll tell you when I'm ready."
"You just wanna sit out here and watch her carry on like that."
"She ain't ready for what I got in mind for her, Leonard, and I wish you'd stop buggin' me about it. I know Cindy, and I know me, and I know what kind of punishment she's gonna git for what she's doin' in there. Now if you wanna talk about it or watch it some more, go on and do that. But if you wanna wait peaceably tell I say the time is right, that'll be so much the better ... "
Leonard Anslinger shook his head in disgust.
"Believe me," said Burt, handing him the bottle of booze, "I'm gonna go in there, Leonard. When I'm good and ready—and not before!" He chuckled hollowly and put his face back to the window. His eyes bulged as he watched his daughter without her knowing it.