“We started to dance. Florence was remarkably good. She clung to me like jello to a moulding tin, following my lead as though we'd practiced the mambo at Arthur Murray's for ten years. When the music stopped we walked over to the stand. The leader smiled widely and hit three questioning chords on his guitar. 'Please play, "I Got It Bad—"' 'And that ain't good!' He finished for me. 'Play it.' I opened my wallet. The smallest I had was a ten-dollar bill. I gave it to him. 'Play it ten times.' 'Yes, sir!' He slammed his foot down and they went into it.”
Book:Wild Wives
