He knocked, clenching his other fist impatiently, and after a minute a shadow showed on the glass and a woman's voice called, “Who is it?” “I've got the coffee.” After a puzzled second, she said, “What coffee? I didn't order any coffee.” “From the shop downstairs,” he said. “The boss said the beauty parlor.” “But I didn't order any coffee.” “Lady,” he said, “they give me the order for the beauty shop.”
