Chapter Fifteen
“How was your friend?” Thomas asked, when he arrived home later in the evening, finding Marianne sitting in her reading chair, just like normal.
“She was fine.”
“You haven’t mentioned her to me before. Perhaps you should invite her down here. What’s her name?”
Name? She hadn’t thought of a name. She started to say China-girl, but ended up spitting out, “Cindy. Her name is Cindy.”
“Well, why don’t you invite Cindy down here? It might help me to connect your two lives,” he suggested hopefully.
Occasionally, like now, he made vague references to the happenings of the late spring, when her obsession drove them to Friedrich Max. But they had quite determinedly pushed the matter aside when her week at Hickory Manor was over. She told her husband she’d been cured of the vi
