"It's Pat O'Neeley." Jean corrects him using the eraser tip to dial the rotary phone. One letter and number at a time.
Exchanges for streets and storefronts. The number rings and rings. No answer .
"He might be down at the bar by now." Lazy man's supper.

The shattered cup breaks her concentration. A dust pan picks up the fragments. A towel sops up tea from a ratty carpet.
"I shall scream if I see a mouse again."
A pained sigh leaves her lips.

She bites a pencil nervously listening to the exchange. Tap tap tap.
Writes a few notes on the steno pad.
Names addresses. Important details . Maybe some non important ones. -