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.”
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.”
She was appalled. “Right now!
Just like that?”
“Right now.
Just like that.” I was firm.
“But—”
“No buts.
Right now.
Just like that.”
“Nothing to wear—”
“Buy clothes any place.
Best ones in Los Angeles.”
“But my hair—”
Mike suggested a haircut in Hollywood, maybe?
I pounded the table.
It felt solid.
“Call the airport.
Three tickets.”
She called the airport.