She drew up her legs a mite, arranged them on the divan, fluffed her skin - that is her skin colored peignor - and said, "I really should change into something more hostessy, if you've got the time."
"Baby, I haven't got that much time."
"The reason I was taking a nap - usually I don't - was because of all the excitement. Guns, and bullets, and a man was killed right outside my door practically."
"If I were you I'd move."
"But I'm so comfortable. Why don't you come over here instead? Did you hear about it, the man being killed, I mean?"
"I was one of the first to know."
"Wasn't it awful?"
"Terrible."
"Especially in Beverly Hills," she said.
"I know," I replied, "It's against the law in Beverly Hills!"