“What’s everyone else always looking for?” Bessie asked.
“You tell me,” I said.
She grinned, and said, “Virtually everybody tips me a dollar, making it an even five dollars for the four pictures. Some of the smart ones try to add fifty cents or a dollar to it and want to own you.”
I said, “All I’m looking for is an address.”
“Give it to him, Elsie,” she said.
Elsie extended her hand.
I gave her another two tens and a five, mentally groaning at the thought of what would happen when Bertha saw my expense account.
Elsie opened the book again and gave me the address: “Lucille Hollister, 1925 Mono Drive, care Mrs. Arthur Marbury.”
Elsie asked me casually, “You got a card with you, Mister?”
“Sure,” I said.