David didn’t say how much the government paid him.
“You have two kids to raise, to make a home for. Sooner or later, you’re going to want to get married again.”
“Later, rather than sooner.”
“Of course. But you’re still going to want to get married again. Men have certain basic drives that need to be satisfied … sooner rather than later.”
David laughed. “And you? Don’t you have”—he lowered his voice to serio-comic intonation—“certain basic drives, too? When are you going to get married again?”
“Never.”
“Never?”
“Never. What for? I’ve got money. I know how to take care of it now. You think I want to get mixed up with a pig like Alex Hunter? Have you seen the way he treats my girlfriend, Nona? What a s**t, a real s**t. He thinks women are made out of rubber. I couldn’t live with him fo
