“It’s too hot.”
“Well, that’s what I want to do.”
Wally sighed.
“All right, come along,” he said, aware of what her determination usually accomplished.
He thought of Max, and felt himself absolutely martyred. This was her job. She was a slacker to put it off on him. In his irritation he glanced down at the cause of it, and found her looking at him.
“Wally, does the hot make you sick?”
“Why?”
“We could go to the Zoo in a taxi.”
“Thank you, I should prefer that.”