Paul clears everything up with the police.
“In fact,” Sophie says later, when they are all back at Sophie and Paul’s house, having dinner, after Paul drove Allan back to the studio to get his car. “Your arrest, Allan, actually cured my husband’s back. Got him out of bed.”
“Well, I’m glad it did something for him. It did nothing for me.” Allan is drinking out of a beer bottle. Sophie ignores this. Allan can’t look at Sophie. The last time he saw her, through the window, she was buck-n***d. He can’t look at her now without thinking of that.
Helen stretches. She leans back in her chair at the dining-room table. The candlelight flickers. There is one too many buttons on her blouse open. Paul sees the bulge of her new breasts. He watches them rise and fall. He thinks of Vivian Middleford. H
