"Why don't you call him up on the telephone? He lives somewhere here in town. I heard at the Towers. What do you have to see him about?"
"I really don't know," Fleetwood said, "not for sure."
"You're funny," Kitty said.
"Yeah, I guess I am," Fleetwood reflected. He left the counter and crossed to the phone booths. Picking up the directory he turned to the T's. He looked back at Kitty.
"You can bring me some coffee, if you want."
"Okay," she nodded and departed in the direction of the urns.
Finding the listing for the Towers, Fleetwood turned to the telephone and reached toward it. Then he checked himself. He left the booth and returned to the counter where Kitty and the coffee were waiting for him.
"Find your number?" Kitty asked.
"Uh-huh." He nodded and stared down into the brown liquid in the cup. "Yeah."