A connection clicked, and a woman’s voice said, cautiously, “Hello?”
Bertha said, “This is the piano company. The clerk paid the bill on the piano, said you’d moved it into another apartment.”
“Oh, yes. I’m glad you called. I’ve been intending to call you. Yes, it’s quite all right.”
“Apartment in the same building?”
“Yes.”
Bertha said, “I have to look it over. There’s a charge of fifty cents.”
“Oh, that will be quite all right.”
“I’m in your neighbourhood now,” Bertha said.
“All right. I’ll be expecting you. 12B is the number. I should have notified you sooner.”
Bertha walked back to the Locklear Apartments. The clerk looked at her with exasperation, started to say something, but Bertha moved toward the elevators.