After listening to Anna’s phone ring a dozen times, Bib Stanley sheepishly handed the desk phone back to the receptionist at the Wright County Nursing Home and said, “Must be out…she has to do the running for her grandmother.”
“I have Mr. Miner’s daughter’s number right here. I could—”
“No, no…she’s an old woman, she should hear it firsthand from either her granddaughter or from me. It might come as a shock.”
“Of course.” The receptionist smiled apologetically, the movement of her cheeks making her oversized glasses ride up on her face. Bib was struck by how much the woman reminded him of old Palmer Nemmitz’s bespectacled wife Bitsy back in Ewerton, and was tempted to ask her if she was somehow related to Mrs. Nemmitz, but decided this wasn’t really the time for such a trivial question.
