Bertha Cool thought that over.
“Are you still there?” the expert asked.
“Yes.”
“I didn’t hear you and thought you might have hung up.”
“I’m thinking,” Bertha said, getting an idea. “If that will is okay, I’m out on a limb.”
“It’s okay,” the expert said.
Bertha Cool hung up.
Bertha pressed the buzzer which summoned Elsie Brand.
“Take a letter, Elsie,” Bertha said. “It’s going to be to Donald. I’m going to tell him every single thing that’s happened. There’s something completely cockeyed about this whole business. It’s raining dollar bills, and, in place of being out there with a bushel basket, I’ve got a net deficit of twenty-five bucks.”
Bertha had just finished dictating a long letter when Christopher Milbers entered the office.