“That isn’t any better,” Malone said morosely.
“I volunteered because I—because I liked you,” Lou said. “Because I wanted to work with you, wanted to be with you.”
“It’s more experimenting,” Malone said flatly. “More guinea-pigging around.”
“It isn’t, Ken,” Lou said. “Believe me. Look into my mind. Believe me.”
Malone tried. A second passed....
And then a long time passed, without any words at all.
“Well, well,” Malone said at last. “If this is the life of a guinea pig, I’m all for it.”
“I’m all for guinea pigs’ rights,” Lou said. “Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Me.”
“Agreed,” Malone said. “How about that crisis, by the way? Are you going to have to leave suddenly again?”
Lou stretched lazily on the couch. “That’s all over with, thank God,” she said. “We had to get our agent out of Miami Beach, and cover his tracks at the same time.”