“I understand,” Belder said, “but—”
“I know,” Bertha interrupted angrily. “You’re just like nine clients out of ten. You came here in the first place because you were worried. You thought I could help you. Then you go back home, start thinking about things, get worried all over again, and come up here to hang around and keep on talking things over.
“You wouldn’t think of going to a doctor’s office, getting a prescription, and then going back to haunt the doctor’s office waiting for yourself to get well. My time’s valuable. I haven’t got—”
“But this is something else,” Belder interrupted.
“What is?”
“What I want to see you about now.”
“You mean something new?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“Trouble.”