TAPE SEC-16AUG68-IM-11:43AM-198C. NEW YORK City. This is a telephone interception.
ANDERSON: Hello? Ingrid?
INGRID: Yes. Duke? Is that you?
ANDERSON: Can I talk?
INGRID: Of course.
ANDERSON: I got your card.
INGRID: It was a silly idea. A little-girl idea. You will laugh at me.
ANDERSON: What is it?
INGRID: Tomorrow, Saturday, do you work?
ANDERSON: Yes.
INGRID: You must be there by four o’clock you said?
ANDERSON: About.
INGRID: I would like … what I would like. … You will laugh at me, Duke.
ANDERSON: For Jesus’ sake, will you tell me what it is?
INGRID: I would like us to go on a picnic.
ANDERSON: A picnic?
INGRID: Yes. Tomorrow. In Central Park. If the weather is nice. The radio states the weather will be nice. I will bring some cold fried chicken, potato salad, tomatoes, peaches, grapes—things like that. You will bring a bottle of wine for me and perhaps a bottle of brandy for yourself, if you so desire. Duke? What do you think?
[Lapse of five seconds.]
INGRID: Duke?
ANDERSON: That’s fine. A good idea. Let’s do it. I’ll bring the stuff to drink. When should I pick you up—about eleven?
INGRID: Excellent. Yes, about eleven. Then we can stay in the park and have our lunch until you must leave. You know a good place?
ANDERSON: Yes. There’s a little spit of land that sticks out into the lake at Seventy-second Street. Not too crowded but easy to get to. It’s really a turn-around for cars, but the grass slopes down to the lake. It’s nice.
INGRID: Good. Duke, if you bring a bottle of wine for me, I would like something chilled.
ANDERSON: All right.
INGRID: And please, do not forget the corkscrew.
ANDERSON: And please, do not forget the salt.
INGRID [laughing]: Duke, it will be fun for us. I have not been on a picnic in many years.
ANDERSON: Yes. I’ll see you tomorrow at eleven.