Sometimes she was filled with horror, sometimes with passionate desire and sometimes with just hatred. She even tried crying on my shoulder while her eyes seemed to ask why I was being so mean to her. I could not believe the lengths she exhibited to occupy my undivided attention. Even with all that there was something entertaining, even a touch of majesty about the way she knew what she wanted and how to get it. In spite of my rugged manners I thought I was succeeding in winning her over.
”I’m just the plumber lady, the bill is what it is.”