Chapter 17
The sound of loud knocking at her apartment door woke Aggie before 8:00 the next morning. “Oh, be quiet!” she growled, pulling a pillow over her head and snuggled under her blankets. “For goodness sake!” She jumped up, realizing what the sound was and shrieked as her feet touched the frigid floor. Pushing them into her slippers, she grabbed a bath robe and rushed across the living room and opened the door to her frumpish landlady.
“Some man is on the phone—wants to talk to you. Follow me.” She turned toward the stairs.
“Hello?” Aggie picked up the heavy, black receiver.
“Hi Ag, this is Cy. Hey, any chance you can get in touch with Polly before I come to pick you up? I just saw Johnny Wetta yesterday, and when I told him that I was coming in to get you, he said he sure would
