Chapter 17Eight fifteen the next morning. I was usually still in bed at that hour, but a bad dream or two had convinced me to get up. The coffee was brewing and I was having some canned sardines when the phone rang. It was Scarlett. Another bad dream.
“Get over here as fast as you can,” she said. “We're leaving.”
I could tell that this was the real thing. “Now hold on, Scarlett, I haven't had my breakfast yet. Do you have any idea of how much indigestion I could get if I eat my sardines too fast?”
“d**k, I'd really like to tell you what you can do with your sardines, but we don't have time. Now get over here. We're going to a small tourist court in Morro Bay that I once stayed in.”
I was disappointed and a little sore. No one had ever given me good advice on how to eat sardines properl
