There really isn't any trouble between us two.

Casey knows I can look out for myself for awhile.
He's got to have a vacation from loafing and matrimony.

I'm so thankful he isn't taking it in jail!" I told her somewhat bluntly that she was a brick, and that if I could get in touch with Casey I'd try to keep an eye on him.

It would probably be a good thing, I told her, if he did stay away long enough to let this collection of complaints against him be forgotten at the police station.
I went away, hoping fervently that Casey would break even his own records that night.

I really intended to find him and keep an eye on him.