'Doctor Kreuger's surgery,' a girl's voice answered.
'Hello,' Anna said. 'Is Doctor Kreuger there?'
'The doctor is busy right now. May I ask who's calling?'
'Will you please tell him that Anna Greenwood telephoned him.'
'Who?'
'Anna Greenwood.'
'Yes, Miss Greenwood. Did you wish for an appointment?'
'No, thank you.'
'Is there something I can do for you?'
Anna gave the name of her hotel, and asked her to pass it on to Dr Kreuger.
'I' be very glad to,' the secretary said. 'Good-bye, Miss Greenwood.'
'Good-bye,' Anna said. She wondered whether Dr Conrad P. Kreuger would remember her name after all these years. She believed he would. She lay back again on the bed and began trying to recall what Conrad himself used to look like. Extraordinarily handsome, that he was. Tall... lean... big-shouldered... with almost pure-black hair... and a marvellous face... a strong carved face like one of those Greek heroes, Perseus or Ulysses. Above all, though, he had been a very gentle boy, a serious, decent, quiet, gentle boy. He had never kissed her much - only when he said good-bye in the evenings. And he'd never gone in for necking, as all the others had. When he took her home from the movies on Saturday nights, he used to park his old Buick outside her house and sit there in the car beside her, just talking and talking about the future, his future and hers, and how he was going to go back to Dallas to become a famous doctor. His refusal to indulge in necking and all the nonsense that went with it had impressed her no end. He respects me, she used to say. He loves me. And she was probably right. In any event, he had been a nice man, a nice good man. And had it not been for the fact that Ed Cooper was a super-nice, super-good man, she was sure she would have married Conrad Kreuger.
The telephone rang. Anna lifted the receiver. 'Yes,' she said. 'Hello.'
'Anna Greenwood?'
'Conrad Kreuger!'
'My dear Anna! What a fantastic surprise. Good gracious me. After all these years.'
'It's a long time, isn't it.'
'It's a lifetime. Your voice sounds just the same.'
'So does yours.'
'What brings you to our fair city? Are you staying long?'
'No, I have to go back tomorrow. I hope you didn't mind my calling you.'
'Hell, no, Anna. I'm delighted. Are you all right?'
'Yes, I'm fine. I'm fine now. I had a bad time of it for a bit after Ed died...'
'What!'
'He was killed in an automobile two and a half years ago.'
'Oh gee, Anna, I am sorry. How terrible. I... I don't know what to say...'
'Don't say anything.'
'You're okay now?'
'I'm fine. Working like a slave.'
'That's the girl