"General instructions, Miss Francis. I'm sure you didnt mean to tie my hands."
Another long silence.
"No, Weener—I didnt mean to tie your hands."
"Well, as I was saying, I applied some of the stuff to a lawn. Exactly according to your instructions—"
"In the irrigation water?"
"Well, not precisely. But just as good, I assure you."
"Go on."
"A terrible lawn. All shot. Last night. This morning—"
"Stop. What kind of grass? Or don't you know?"
"Of course I know," I answered indignantly. Did she think I was an idiot? "It was devilgrass."