"I could never do that," Donna said over her fish sandwich and fries. "What?" "Climb down a three-story wall the way Lockhart did." "You could if you were desperate enough to get out." "He must have been very desperate." "He was." "He really used a hacksaw?" "Probably." "I thought that was only in Heckel and Jeckel cartoons." "Heckel and Jeckel?" "Yeah, they were always on the tube when I was a girl. They were always getting out of jail with hacksaws people would bring them inside birthday cakes." "Gosh," I said, "I'm sorry I missed all those laughs." "Well, what cartoons did you watch?" She was getting mad. "The Warner stuff. Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd and all those guys. Sylvester." She said something, but she mumbled it intentionally so I wouldn't hear. "What?" She looked as if I'd just beaten her at bridge. "I said, 'Yes, the Warner stuff is better than Heckel and Jeckel."' "So what're you so pissed about?" "It just seems weird to me that everything you do is innately superior to everything I do." "Uh-oh." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Just that I was right." "About what?" "About what time of month it is." "God, you keep track?" "You bet.
