goo-by

Updated: July 31, 2026

I'll let you go on account of her." A nice judge. "Thank you, thank you, judge. Shh, Paula! Goo-by." Now she would find out. She would ask Blanche. They could talk aloud in the hallway. "Blanche, come here." A note of authority came into the woman's voice. A girl of eighteen walking at her side turned a rouged, tear-stained face. "Aw, don't bother me, ma. I got enough trouble."

Ben Hecht - A Thousand and One Afternoons in Chicago