Only two more. She had a capacity. I asked her how she would like a vacation. She hadn’t thought about a vacation just yet.
I told her she’d better start thinking about it. “We’re leaving day after tomorrow for Los Angeles, Hollywood.”
“The day after tomorrow? Why—”
I reassured her. “You’ll get paid just the same. But there’s no telling how long we’ll be gone, and there doesn’t seem to be much use in your sitting around here with nothing to do.”
From Mike “Let’s have that bottle,” and I handed it to him. I went on.
“You’ll get your checks just the same. If you want, we’ll pay you in advance so—”
I was getting full of champagne, and so were we all. Mike was humming softly to himself, happy as a taco. The blonde, Ruth, was having a little trouble with my left eye. I knew just how she felt, because I was having a little trouble watching where she overlapped the swivel chair. Blue eyes, sooo tall, fuzzy hair. Hm-m-m. All work and no play— She handed me the last bottle.
Demurely she hid a tiny hiccup. “I’m going to save all the corks-No I won’t either. My father would want to know what I’m thinking of, drinking with my bosses.”
I said it wasn’t a good idea to annoy your father. Mike said why fool with bad ideas, when he had a good one. We were interested. Nothing like a good idea to liven things up.
Mike was expansive as the very devil. “Going to Los Angeles.”