21
“What truth, Vic, that I say women’s names in my sleep? I don’t know that. You tell me I do. Do I say men’s names, your name? The girls?”
“Yes, you do.”
“Then what is your overall assessment? You are accusing me of having an affair, a number of affairs. Is that what you believe, Victoria? And is it based on anything more than some mumbled, incoherent, half-dreaming words?”
“Tom, the other women’s names, yes, I reasoned to myself they could be fantasy or just someone you worked with. I know you have a secret life, a secret past, and maybe they were ex-girlfriends, whoever …”
“What secret past? My family died when I was young. I went to a boarding school then to Sydney Uni, the bank and then on to Duntroon before resigning at the bank to start my business. My wife died. End of story.
