We nodded solemnly.
“Going to Los Angeles to work.”
Another nod.
“Going to work in Los Angeles. What will we do for pretty blond girl to write letters?”
Awful. No pretty blonde to write letters and drink champagne. Sad case.
“Gotta hire somebody to write letters anyway. Might not be blond. No blondes in Hollywood. No good ones, anyway. So—”
I saw the wonderful idea, and finished for him. “So we take pretty blonde to Los Angeles to write letters!”
What an idea that was! One bottle sooner and its brilliancy would have been dimmed. Ruth bubbled like a fresh bottle and Mike and I sat there, smirking like mad.
“But I can’t! I couldn’t leave day after tomorrow just like that-!”
Mike was magnificent. “Who said day after tomorrow? Changed our minds. Leave right now.”