“She did, but she is always the one who suggests it. After all, it’s her place.”
“Was it definite how long you were going to stay?”
“Only until we got bored. That’s the way we always did it.”
“Who got bored first?”
“Pamela,” she said reluctantly. “She was restless Sunday night after we almost had the accident I told you about. She was still restless on Monday, and finally Tuesday morning she suddenly said we ought to go home. But that doesn’t mean anything. She’s always been moody like that.”
“I didn’t say it meant anything,” I said. “How long have you known Pamela?”
“Oh, years and years. At least ten years.”
“Her marriage to Cantwell was unhappy for a long time, wasn’t it?”
“Yes. He was a bastard.”
“I’m sure of it. How come she never took a lover when it was no good? Or did she?”
