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Show 310 not until three o'clock but he didn't mention that. He got lost again trying to avoid his mistakes of yesterday while negotiating downtown traffic, but found the subdivision he wanted at last. He parked his companion's car on a different street this time and walked along a chain-link fence, rounding the corner just in time to face a surly terrier that circled slowly behind him, the fur along its back standing up, and darted at his achilles tendon while he fanned the air with his attache case all the way to Alice's door. She was shaking with laughter by the time she answered his ring, having seen the whole dance from the front window. "I'm sorry," she said. "You looked so wild out there in a black suit and everything swinging at a dog." "I was just trying to get the little shithead in range," he said, not liking her very much. "I'm sorry," she said again, quietly. They fell into a mad embrace just inside the door. He set his attache case down so quickly it rocked and tipped onto its side. "Hey, did we really do it?" she asked, pressing the side of her face against his chest. "I think we did," he said. "Richie wondered how come I was in such a good mood last night," she said. "I had to tell him you'd come over because I had to tell him about Sorenson. I had to make up a good reason because I was pretty bitchy yesterday morning when he left." "What did you tell him?" "I don't know. Something stupid." "Listen," he said, "I have an appointment with the district president at three." |
