disconnected, and Laurie went around and in the downstairs back and reported, shouting through the kitchen wall, that that phone had been disconnected, too. Then he went out and up to the upstairs back, where
that
phone had been disconnected, and around and up to the upstairs front, and of course that phone had been disconnected, too. Barry was still in the car, in his car bed, and so were the coin collection, the typewriters, the picnic hamper, and the box with Ninki and her five kittens. I got into the car and drove down to the railroad station where there was a pay phone. I looked up the number of the E. J. Cobb Storage and Transfer Company, and when I got Mr. Cobb on the phone I said well, here we were, and was our furniture on the way over?
Mr. Cobb was quiet for a minute, and then he gave a little silly laugh. âLook,â he said, âI certainly do hope that youâre not going to be sore at me or anything.â
âWhy on earth should I be sore at you or anything?â I asked. âI only called to find out about the furniture.â
Mr. Cobb laughed the silly little laugh again. âI know how you ladies all like to have things arranged just so,â he said. âMy wifeââ
â
My
furniture.â
âWell,â said Mr. Cobb. âSee, the men got the small truck all loaded for you. All ready. That truck could roll right now.â
There was a long silence. Finally Mr. Cobb started all over again. âI know how you ladies like to have everything just so,â he said. âI just hope youâre not going to be sore at me.â
âI think after all I
am
going to be sore at you,â I said.
âMostly,â Mr. Cobb said in an aggrieved tone, âmostly, people are always rushing you and telling you to be sure and certainly get their furniture right there and ready to roll at exactly a certain time. And then mostly those same people donât even bother to be there or anything.
Mostly
, you can figure if you deliver the furniture on the day they say, why, there wonât even be anyone there to sign for it. Thatâs just the way it goes,â he finished brightly.
âI suppose it is,â I said. âNow, about our furniture. Right now we donât even have a place to sit down, so if you couldââ
âI could send over a bench or something,â Mr. Cobb said.
The operator cut in, to say that my three minutes were up, and I could hear Mr. Cobbâs phone hang up emphatically. I had to go to the ticket agent to get change, and when I came back I had to look up the number of the E. J. Cobb Storage and Transfer Company again, and this time the phone was answered by a female voice. I told her who I was and asked for Mr. Cobb.
âIâm sorry,â she said. âMr. Cobb is out of town.â
âHe was there just a minute ago.â
She turned away from the phone and spoke to someone. ââhad to hurryââ a voice said indistinctly in the background. âIâm sorry,â she said into the phone again. âMr. Cobb has just left for Philadelphia. He was in a great rush to catch his train. What?â she said off the phone. âOh. He probably wonât be back before Thursday,â she said to me.
âI see,â I said. âWell, I donât really want Mr. Cobb in any case. I want my furniture.â
âIâm sorry,â she said. âIf itâs furniture you want, you will have to speak to the foreman.â
âThen let me speak to the foreman,â I said.
âJust a minute,â she said, âIâll see if heâs in. Freddie,â she called, off the phone, âyou know that load of goods was supposed to be put on yesterday and Ed forgot? You got enough on to go? Well,
you
come and talk to her, then.â
There was another silence, and then a manâs voice on the phone. âYeah?â he said.
âWhat about my furniture? It was
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