She eagerly grabbed the Chai, then in a mechanical voice, alternating from a “male” to “female” voice she stated:
”...operator?”
“hold for a minute, please…”
“Hello?”
”...yes sir..”.
“Ah, can you call six seven eight nine eight six six…”
“Yes”
“Right”
“Is that Vickie?”
“He’s gonna bump you off . ..”
“He’s got a gun, you know.”
“If he can’t get you in Laurel Canyon, he won’t get you here.”
And so on. “Wha wha what?”, I stammered.
She backhanded me across the chest, slamming me against the wall. I knew now that something in the Soy Latte disagreed with her. But what was she saying?! Did it mean anything?