“Where to?” the cabby asked.
Bertha gave him the address of her office, turned to grin triumphantly at the droopy man.
“So you beat me to it?”
“Yes.”
“How much did they offer?”
“None of your business,” Bertha told him.
“You got her address from me on the distinct understanding that you weren’t going to represent her.”
Bertha Cool said, “I can’t help it if an insurance company comes in and drops things into my life...”
“That isn’t fair to me.”
“Baloney,” Bertha Cool said. “You tried to play both ends against the middle.”