In the hallway, he checked the switch, and it read off. Must be shorted....
He went from dinette to kitchen to bedroom to living room, turning off each set individually. All of them had the same program, Milton Berle IV. He liked that better than wrestling though not much.
In his chrome and plastic kitchen he dialed June's number.
Her hair wasn't in the curlers. It was golden and braided and high on her classic head. She said, "Your picture isn't coming through. Who is this, please?"
Doak said in a falsetto, "Guess."
The screen went blank.
Doak snapped the video switch to on and dialed Lateral-American. A brunette with vivid blue eyes came into view.
"A priority to Dubbinville, Wisconsin, first trip possible," Doak said and gave her Security's code number.
"Dubbinville?" she said and frowned. She consulted a station box out of his view and looked up again. "You'll have to take surface transportation from Milwaukee. It's only about twenty miles from there in Waukesha County."
"Good enough. And when's the first to Milwaukee?"