“Then you knew her and she still did that? Was she in your class?”
Crossing the fingers of her right hand, Anna said, “Three years behind me—class of seventy-nine. The old yearbook is probably there. She had some kids, but never got married.”
And as she went on, Anna could hear the old lady riffling through a book of some sort, and guessed that it was the yellow-covered Ewerton white pages.
FOUR—Afternoon Calls
“—not even checked in a few days ago? Oh…well, thank you for the information. Pardon? No, I didn’t. I thought they only took elderly people. Oh, I see…uh-hm. No, no, I’ll call over there myself. I have a WATS line. Could I please have the number? Thank you, ma’am, you’ve been a big help.”
Bib Stanley hit the buttons on his phone, listened for the dial tone, then dialed another
