“On second thought,” Julia said to Iris, “I have decided we are going to Los Angeles this evening.
“I do not care what they say,” Julia continued, “I just do not have the patience to wait a few days. The news with its pathetic reports is more than enough incentive to give me a reason to go. Being that the Los Angeles International Airport has shut down for the time being, we will have to fly to San Diego where I will rent two rooms at a hotel—one for you and me, and one for Peter. From there, I will have Peter drive us to Los Angeles. My ‘trump card’ is the most important thing to me, more important than anything else. I would not want anything to happen to it. Get Peter to help me with the packing. I will need your help, as well.”
“Yes, Mrs. Windom.”