Eve felt a sudden rage boil up within her. Why is he lying about that? She finished her glass and stared at the table. Claude went on eating, infuriatingly oblivious.
Suddenly she looked up. “Did you find that special girl?” she asked sharply, almost belligerently.
“What do you mean?” Her tone seemed to have startled him.
“I mean Christine. Is she the special girl you’ve been looking for?”
He stared at her intently for several seconds, then said, “You seem to be trying to say something, but I don’t know what it is.” Eve said nothing. He continued to stare at her but then smiled. “The way you keep asking about Christine, I think maybe you are jealous,” he said teasingly.
“Don’t be absurd,” Eve burst out angrily. She stood up. “It’s hot in here. Why is it so hot in here?” she complained
