"The parts will be delivered to my apartment some time during the week. I\'ll have them send the bill to this address." She\'d been glad that he had deigned not to push her any more, because, this time, she\'d been prepared with answer that shut him down immediately. It was nice to know that they worked; he couldn\'t catch her off guard every time.
"I could come in tomorrow night, though, and get started on the master bedroom, if you\'d like. I think I\'ll leave the window boxes for last." She paused, straightening from the floor, toolbox back in had, "Again, of course, if that\'s what you want." She was only concerned – it seemed – with what he wanted when it came to the work.
But a thought interrupted her, as she mentioned the windowboxes, "Sunlight," she said abruptly, "It\'s not just that you don\'t like it, is it?" She paused again, "Or is it? Ah. Here I go again." she waved a dismissive hand, "You don\'t have to answer that. It\'s none of my business."
He told you, silly lady, it\'s just a coffin.