“‘Mrs. Heine,’ he said. ‘In December of ’44 you moved to Amity Harbor?’ ‘That’s right.’ ‘Your husband had recently passed away?’ ‘That’s right, too.’ ‘You felt that without him you could not work your land?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘So you moved to Amity Harbor,’ said Alvin Hooks. ‘Where exactly, Mrs. Heine?’ ‘On Main Street,’ said Etta. ‘Up above Lottie Opsvig’s shop.’ ‘Lottie Opsvig’s? An apparel shop?’ ‘That’s right.’ ‘In an apartment?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘A big apartment?’ ‘No,’ said Etta. ‘Just one bedroom.’ ‘One bedro...om above an apparel shop,’ said Alvin Hooks. ‘So you took a one-bedroom apartment then. And may I ask about your monthly rent?’ ‘Twenty-five dollars,’ said Etta. ‘A twenty-five-dollar-a-month apartment,’ Alvin Hooks said. ‘You’re still living there? You currently reside there?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Still paying twenty-five dollars?’ ‘No,’ said Etta. ‘Thirty-five. Price has gone up since ’44.’ ‘Forty-four,’ Alvin Hooks repeated.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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