There was a Sunday paper on the table. I’d already seen all of it that interested me, mostly about the mess out at the KOZY DELL SLUMBER COURT, but I thought it was a good time to appear nonchalant. I picked up the paper and said, “Don’t let me interfere with your bath. Go ahead and get your clothes on.”
“Get out!” she said.
I lowered the paper and looked up over the top of it with mild surprise registered on my face.
“What’s that?”
“You heard what I said. Get out!”
“But I want to see you.”
“Get out. I thought you were…”
“Yes?” I asked as she hesitated.
“Who are you?”
I said, “Didn’t you want a detective agency to shadow...?”