Chapter 39Wearing a longish summer dress with flip-flops on her feet, Marlene pressed the intercom button. “Marlene Matsky, Mrs. Leehman. Do you have a few minutes?”
“Just come on up, dear. I’m on the third floor.” Marlene heard the buzzing sound of the door opener.
“Good day, Mrs. Leehman, I’m Marlene Matsky.” She extended a hand to the woman sitting in front of her, in a wheelchair, as the latter opened the apartment door.
“Come right in. Just follow me, dear. I was expecting your visit.”
That statement took Marlene aback. “You were?” She closed the door.
Mrs. Leehman didn’t turn round and only pointed to the sofa. “Yes, dear, I was.” She giggled and wheeled her chair round to face Marlene. “And here you are... But tell me, how was your trip? Have you been here before?”
Marlene
