At the club, Grant spent some time with Lillian, then casually asked, "What's your name?"

"Lillian," she said, helping him get dressed.

Grant smiled. "Pretty name."

Lillian hugged his waist. "Mr. Emerson, when will you come see me again?"

Grant lit a cigarette, took a few puffs. "We'll talk about it later."

She looked disappointed. She wanted to know if he'd keep her as his mistress. After all, he'd been really into it earlier, calling her Lila the whole ...