“But you can’t tell me where I made a mistake in it?”
“No.”
“Do you know even one figure in the licence number?”
“No. I don’t know anything about the man. I know the insurance company.”
“Do you know the name of the man who hit me?”
Bertha said angrily, “I don’t know a damn thing about it.”
Josephine Dell picked up her book. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Cool, but I don’t think I care to discuss the matter any further. Good morning.”
“But, look, did you know Myrna Jackson had been impersonating you? Did you know—”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Cool. I don’t want to discuss the matter with you any further. Good morning!”
“But—”