“I didn’t know it was bothering you.”
“I didn’t either until all the strain and excitement caught up with me. I don’t think it’s anything serious, but it bothers me.”
“How?”
“Palpitation after eating.”
“Have you seen a doctor?”
“And I get short of breath sometimes.”
“Did you go to a doctor?”
“When I lie down, I can feel my heart pounding so it shakes the whole bed.”
“But the question is, did you go to a doctor?”
“Hell, no!” Bertha exclaimed angrily. “Why would I want to go to a swivel-eyed sawbones and have him carve me all up at so much a slice?”