“Now, one other thing. In traveling, we don’t want to excite attention. There may be times when — when you’ll have to—”
She laughed at me. “It took you long while to get around to that, didn’t it, Donald?”
I said, “Yes,” got up, and walked out.
Chapter Twelve
Bertha Cool called, “Who is it?” in response to my knock.
“Donald.”
“Come in, lover. The door’s unlocked.”
I opened the door. Bertha Cool was standing in front of the full-length mirror, looking back over her left shoulder at her reflection.
“What’s the idea?” I asked.
She lashed out at me irritably, “I’m just looking at myself. Can’t a woman look at the way her skirt hangs without you thinking there’s something unusual about it?”