"But, Aunt Matilda!" I protested.
In the end I had to get out or she would have had a stroke. She was shaking like a leaf, her skin mottled and her eyes wild, as I went down the front steps with my bag.
"You get that train, do you hear?" was the last thing she screamed at me as I hurried toward Main Street.
However, I had no intention of leaving town with Aunt Matilda upset that way. I'd let her have time to cool off, then come back. Meanwhile I'd try to get to the bottom of things. A thing as big as wall TV in full color and stereophonic sound must be the talk of the town. I'd find out where they had their office and go talk with them. A career with something like that would be the best thing I could ever hope to find. And getting in on the ground floor!
It surprised me that Aunt Matilda could be so insanely greedy. I shook my head in wonder. It didn't figure.
I had breakfast at the hotel cafe and made a point of telling the waitress, who knew me, that it was my second breakfast, and that I had intended to catch the morning train back to Chicago, but maybe I wouldn't.
After I finished eating I asked if it would be okay to leave my suitcase behind the counter while I looked around a bit. She showed me where to put it so it would be out of the way.
When I paid for my breakfast I half turned away, then turned back casually.
"Oh, by the way," I said. "Where's this wall TV place?"