“Nurse Gurney. I’ve just called and I find the front door open. I can’t get any answer to my ring.”
She chewed the plum while her unintelligent face remained blank. After she had got rid of the plum stone, she said. “You should eat plums. You haven’t got a very healthy colour. I eat two pounds every day.”
From the shape of her that wasn’t all she ate.
“Well, maybe I’ll get around to them one day,” I said patiently. “Nurse Gurney doesn’t happen to be in your apartment?”
Her mind had wandered into the paper sack again, and she looked up, startled. “What was that?”
Whenever I run into a woman like this I am very, very glad I am a bachelor.
“Nurse Gurney.” I felt I wanted to make signs the way I do when I talk to a foreigner. “The one who lives in that apartment. I said she doesn’t happen to be in your apartment.”
The blue eyes went vague.
“Nurse Gurney?”
“That’s right.”