Trouble Comes A-Knocking

There is an insistent knocking at the door. She tries to ignore it, but the visitor will not leave.

"Come in," she says with a tired sigh. "The door's unlocked."

She hears the click of the door knob, but sees nothing. She is blind.

"Hello Walter."

"How did you know it was me?" he asked.

"Call it a woman's intuition. So you're still using that God-awful cologne?" She's old, tired, and even though has all the free time in the world, does not want to deal with him right now. "What do you want, Walter? I'm busy."

Walter is of timid character. It is a strange sight to see an able-bodied adult appear weak under the gaze of an old woman in a wheelchair. He stutters at first but eventually finds the words.

"Mr. Hollander sent me ma'am. He told me to tell you that he will be forced to turn your heat off," he says, preparing himself for the imminent retort.

"You tell him," she says, indignant, "that he can't do that. You tell him my son sent him a check in the mail and if he turns off my heat, I'll call the cops."

The man slinks away and shuts the door. She sits in her wheelchair, thinking that she is getting too old and too blind for this.