"Holiday?" exploded Virginia.
"Well?"
"That atomic fire is still burning!" snapped Virginia.
"Oh, no!"
"Well, I'm within a hundred and thirty miles of it," she replied, "and I can see it out of the window."
"Where the dickens are you?" he asked.
"You know my address," she replied.
"Yes," he agreed. "And I went there and got pushed in the face for my trouble."
"And the people who live at your address are named Carrington, not Bronson."
"How old are you?" asked Bronson.