"I'm concerned Lancel will end up marrying one of the many aspiring actress that litter this place. They disguise themselves as waitresses until they make it big."
"Maybe you should make a go of it."
"Of what?"
"Acting. You seem to be getting dramatic in your old age."
Kevan laughed. Dorna wasn't the most assertive woman, truth be told she was rather quiet but there were moments like these when she said something wonderfully ridiculous that made Kevan fall in love with her all over again.
"Get some sleep, my dear. I promise I'll make it a point to call after the sun has risen and not before."
"Good night. Try not to fuss like an old woman."
The line went dead and Kevan sat alone on the couch grateful for the resounding silence of the hotel room. He didn't like California. It was almost too different and the people...he wasn't sure if he could get used to Americans on a daily basis. Perhaps Dorna was right. He was fussing like an old woman.
Getting up he had every intention of getting himself a drink when the ground beneath his feet started to shake and Kevan decided right then and there that no, he did not care for California at all.