Lieberman's Law
“the old woman said, pouring a cup for each of the policemen who sat in her small studio apartment on small unmatching furniture. The furniture was of acceptable size but not texture for Lieberman. Hanrahan chose to squeeze himself into one of the chairs near the window that the woman had offered and to take the tea.
“Thank you,” said Lieberman, taking a sip of the tea as he stood looking at rows of mounted photographs on the walls. “Very good.”
“My departed husband was a photographer as a sidel...ine. They are good, aren’t they?”
Lieberman had meant that the tea was good.
“You’ll notice there are no people in Carl’s photographs. No animals either for that matter. Trees, flowers, empty parks and playgrounds, buildings.”
“Interesting,” said Lieberman.
“You sure you wouldn’t like more sugar? I like lots of sugar.”
Lieberman drank tea socially when it was offered to him by strangers but he didn’t like it. Coffee was his drink.
The old woman, whose name was Mrs.MoreLess
“Thank you,” said Lieberman, taking a sip of the tea as he stood looking at rows of mounted photographs on the walls. “Very good.”
“My departed husband was a photographer as a sidel...ine. They are good, aren’t they?”
Lieberman had meant that the tea was good.
“You’ll notice there are no people in Carl’s photographs. No animals either for that matter. Trees, flowers, empty parks and playgrounds, buildings.”
“Interesting,” said Lieberman.
“You sure you wouldn’t like more sugar? I like lots of sugar.”
Lieberman drank tea socially when it was offered to him by strangers but he didn’t like it. Coffee was his drink.
The old woman, whose name was Mrs.MoreLess
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