She hung up slowly, wondering if she had done the proper thing.
She was early for the appointment with Bud, and she was waiting in the outer office when he came in. His two guards nodded recognition and Bud said, "What is it, Norma?" His tone was irritable, and she wanted to cry.
"Please, may I talk to you a minute?"
Bud shifted his weight nervously.
"Please, Bud!"
"Come on. I haven't got all day." Letting her enter the main office before him, he said. "What's it about this time?"
He drew the door to his private office closed after them, and went to his desk where he picked up a letter and pretended to read it. "Well? Well?"
"I've talked to Herb."
Bud's face sagged. The letter began to tremble ever so slightly. Norma did not notice. He did not look up. How much did Herb know? About Frank? Did he know? "Yes?"