I came out of the telephone booth.
“What is it?” Roberta asked. “Bad news?”
“Want to go to California?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I said, “I think we can hire a car to take us to Fort Worth and a plane from Fort Worth will get us into Los Angeles tomorrow morning.”
“Why California?”
“Because this state is very, very hot so far as you’re concerned.”
“Won’t we attract attention?”
“Yes. The more the better.”
“What do you mean?”