4
“My paper is moving to Los Angeles this winter,” Rose-Ann said presently, in a casual tone.
“And I suppose,” he replied, in an equally casual way, “that you are going along....”
“I hope so,” she said. “The details aren’t settled yet, but I expect to go.... Perhaps very soon.”
“I forgot to tell you,” he remarked, “that I am writing another play.”
“I should like to see it before I go. Won’t you come in to see me occasionally? I’m going to stay in the studio until I leave. There’s no reason why we can’t be friends.”
“None whatever,” he said.
“I’m glad we’ve had this talk, Felix. Talk does straighten things out, doesn’t it? And now I must hurry back to the office. You will come and see me?”
“Yes. I’ll stay and finish my coffee if you don’t mind.”
She went away, and he sat there for a long time, smoking cigarettes.