“If you want to talk with me,” I said, “you can call me at the Golden Motto. I’m going there for breakfast.”
“All right, lover.”
“You had breakfast?” I asked.
She said, “I’m only taking fruit juice for breakfast these days. I just can’t seem to get my appetite back.”
“All right, I’ll be in the office after breakfast.”
I hung up the phone, took a shower, shaved, dressed leisurely, and walked down to the Golden Motto.
The woman who ran the joint was looking rather groggy.
“Good morning,” I said as I walked on through to the back room and took a seat at my favorite table.
The waitress came for my order. “Ham and, easy over,” I said. “What’s the matter with the madam?”
She laughed. “She’s having a fit. Don’t worry, she’ll be around to tell you about it. Tomato juice?”