“Why did you leave New Orleans?” she asked after a minute or two.
“I thought we should have a conference.”
“What about?”
“I’ll tell you when you’ve quieted down.”
“Tell me now, Donald.”
“No, not now.”
“Why?”
“You’re too excited.”
“I’m not excited.”
“Wait until I can see that you’re really enjoying your cigarette, and then we’ll talk.”