TAPE RECORDING POM-14MAY68-EVERLEIGH, Segment II; approximately 11:45 A.M.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: I’ve got to get to the office. I’ve been away too long. God, I feel drained.
ANDERSON: Have another shot; you’ll feel better.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: I suppose so. Do you think we should leave together?
ANDERSON: Why not? He knows I’m up here, don’t he?
MRS. EVERLEIGH: Yes. He called first. Christ, I hope he doesn’t shoot his mouth off to the other owners.
ANDERSON: Give him a tip. He won’t talk.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: How much should I give him?
ANDERSON: Have him call you a cab and slip him two bucks.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: Two dollars? Is that enough?
ANDERSON: Plenty.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: Where are you going when you leave?
ANDERSON: It’s a nice day—maybe I’ll walk over to Ninth and get a downtown bus to work.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: I won’t be able to see you for a while. For about two weeks.
ANDERSON: How’s that?
MRS. EVERLEIGH: I’ve got to go to Paris on a buying trip. If you’d give me your address, I’ll send you a dirty French postcard.
ANDERSON: I’ll wait till you get back. You go on these trips often?
MRS. EVERLEIGH: Almost every month. Either to Europe or some other place to shoot ads. I’m gone at least a week out of every month.
ANDERSON: Nice. I’d like to travel.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: It’s just working in a different place. Will you miss me?
ANDERSON: Sure.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: Oh, my God. …Well … all ready?
ANDERSON: Yes. Let’s go.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: Oh, by the way … here’s something I bought for you. It’s a gold cigarette lighter from Dunhill’s. I hope you like it.
ANDERSON: Thanks.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: Oh my God …