“We’ve got a restaurant. People look at them.”
“Restaurant, hey. That’s what I’ve got. Whole goddam country lives selling hot dogs to each other.”
“Well, anyway, I couldn’t walk out on my cats. They’ve got to eat.”
“The hell we can’t. We’ll call up Goebel and tell him to come get them. He’ll board the whole bunch while we’re gone for a hundred bucks.”
“Is it worth a hundred bucks to you to take a trip with me?”
“It’s worth exactly a hundred bucks.”
“Oh my. I can’t say no to that. I guess you better call up Goebel.”
I dropped her off at her place, found a pay station, called up Goebel, went back home, and closed up. Then I went back after her. It was about dark. Goebel had sent a truck over, and I met it coming back, full of stripes and spots. I parked about a hundred yards down the road, and in a minute she showed up with a little grip, and I helped her in, and we started off.
“You like it?”
“I love it.”