“About what?”
“About the letter.”
“Donald, what the devil are you up to? What in the world do you want to go to Los Angeles for?”
“Various reasons. If you’re going to stay here on account of the climate, someone should be running the Los Angeles office.”
She let her little eyes glitter at me. “Damn you, Donald. You don’t need to play them so close to your chest with me. Why do you want to get out of here?”
“It was just a suggestion.”
She sighed. “All right, you obstinate little devil, go take your damn train.”
“When will I see you?”
“I don’t know. I like it here.”
“The climate?”