“But it doesn’t.”
“It shouldn’t.”
“It doesn’t.”
“It does.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Neither do I. What’s this about another letter?”
Belder’s manner showed complete exasperation. He hesitated as though trying to let Bertha see he was debating whether to walk out or let her see the letter. After a few minutes he took a sealed envelope from his pocket. Bertha extended her hand. He gave it to her and she turned it over and over in her fingers.
“When did this come?”
“In the mail that’s delivered about three o’clock in the afternoon.”
“Your mother-in-law see this letter?”