She didn’t say, “Wait a minute,” or “I’ll see,” or “excuse me,” or anything else. She merely turned on her heel and I watched her long, angular figure as she strode unhurriedly down the hallway.
I heard the sound of voices. Then the woman was coming back, her long, thin legs swinging easily from the bony hips. Once more she stood in the doorway. “What’s your name?”
“Lam.”
“What’s your first name?”
“Donald.”
“Are you with an insurance company?”
“No.”
“What’s your interest in the accident?”
“I’ll tell Mrs. Jasper when I see her.”
“Have you talked with the people on the other side?”