He looked over at Roxy. “Do you mind if your hair blows around? It’s too nice a day to sit in a closed-up car.”“I like the wind in my hair and on my face. I often wondered what it would be like to ride on the back of a motorcycle. I guess that’s the young, adventuresome girl in me that never quite left.”“I still have a Harley from my wild young days. Say the word, and we can hit the road. I keep it in tip-top shape but haven’t been on it in over twenty years. The studio threatened to cancel my contract if I didn’t give it up.”“Is there anything you didn’t do, Ricky?”“That’s rather doubtful. The sad part of it is, Philly said I did it all, but I really don’t remember most of it. On second thought, let’s forget the Harley. If you like to ride around with the wind in your hair and face, I can either buy a convertible or an open-air Jeep.”“You’d do that for me?” Roxy asked in awe.“In an L.A. heartbeat.”“Why are we talking about such silly things when I know you want to talk about those papers Gracie gave you?”“It’s like making coffee and pouring it down the drain.
