“She had it on. And all hips. She kept asking me if Seymour’s related to that Suzanne Glass that has that place on Madison Avenue—the millinery.”
“What’d he say, though? The doctor.”
“Oh. Well, nothing much, really. I mean we were in the bar and all. It was terribly noisy.”
“Yes, but did—did you tell him what he tried to do with Granny’s chair?”
“No, Mother. I didn’t go into details very much,” said the girl. “I’ll probably get a chance to talk to him again. He’s in the bar all day long.”
“Did he say he thought there was a chance he might get—you know—funny or anything? Do something to you!”
“Not exactly,” said the girl. “He had to have more facts, Mother. They have to know about your childhood—all that stuff. I told you, we could hardly talk, it was so noisy in there.”
“Well. How’s your blue coat?”
“All right. I had some of the padding taken out.”
“How are the clothes this year?”