She opened the door, said a toneless, expressionless good morning and went back to her typing. He dropped his topcoat and hat on the chaise and went and stood looking out the window, hands in his hip pockets, unlit pipe clenched between his teeth. The sound of typing stopped. “George is with the recording people,” she said. “So Ida told me. Have any trouble with the aunt?” “She’s an old lady. The boy told me she has a very strong will. She wasn’t exactly pleased. She wasn’t at all certain she’d ever heard of Jenny Bowman. And she doesn’t seem to think entertainers are reliable people. It took a long time to reassure her.” “When does the boy go back?” “On a train early this afternoon, I think” “She got a room for him all right?” “It connects with the suite. They moved somebody.” She frowned. The morning light slanted across her. She wore a dark blue wool dress with a plain neckline. She looked very lovely and withdrawn and unapproachable. “The aunt asked a very shrewd question, Jason.
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