She said, “Donald, what the hell do you mean by having telegrams sent collect?”
“I didn’t know there were any.”
“Well, there was one, with fifty cents’ charges on it.”
“Who’s it from?”
“How should I know? I sent it back. It wasn’t addressed to the agency. It was addressed to you personally. Get it out of your head that I’m Santa Claus.”
“What company?” I asked.
“Western Union.”
“How long ago?”
“Twenty minutes. It’s back at the main office.”
I said, “All right,” and hung up. I drove down to the main office, and had to wait five minutes while they located the telegram. I paid fifty cents. It was from Oakview and read: