“Don’t kid me,” I told her. “Anyone that dances the way you do being surprised at a phone call. Not that I suppose you’re doing any dancing at present.”
“Not now. No.”
“Will you be leaving there soon?”
“Not this week. We’re trying to help Mr. Huddleston straighten things up.”
“Will you send me your address when you go?”
“Why — yes. Certainly. If you want it.”
“I do you know. How would it be if I drove up there? Just to say hello?”
“When? Now?”
“Right now. I can be there in twenty minutes. I’d kind of like to see you.”
“Why—” Silence. “That would be all right. If you want to take the trouble.”