“At least?” I asked.
She laughed. “You’re a sweet, naive man, Donald.”
“And he made passes at you?”
“Of course he did, Donald. Don’t be silly. I’m attractive, and he thought I went out for a good time but just didn’t like the man I was with.”
I said, “How did it happen that you wrote down KOZY DELL SLUMBER COURT on the back of that menu, and…”
“Donald, I didn’t.”
“Didn’t what?”
“Write that.”
“It was in that packet of cigarettes that you…”
“I know it was, but I didn’t write it, Donald.”