Mr. Fredericksohn grunted. "I see Mrs. Wladek's on your schedule today."
"That's right," she said.
"Just do what you can," he said. "You've seen her before, haven't you?"
She nodded. "Once. Last week."
"She's a—problem," he said. Mr. Fredericksohn was always a little chary of saying anything that might be construed as derogatory to a client, even in the privacy of professional conversation.
"I'm sure we'll be able to work things out," Gloria said.
"Well," Mr. Fredericksohn said, and paused. Then he nodded. "You do what you can," he said. His voice sounded doubtful.
She beamed up at him. "I certainly will," she said with enthusiasm.
Mr. Fredericksohn nodded and muttered something, and went on by.
Gloria smiled. Oh, she was going to show Mr. Fredericksohn, all right! He just wasn't sure she could handle Mrs. Wladek—and the old woman certainly did represent a problem. Her folder was full of notations by case worker after case worker. But Gloria's smile broadened just a trifle.