He sighed. Saw Suri at the dining table a few days before she took her own life. One bright look, a smile. Not at him, but Sady. What was going on between them? He’d asked her.
So it’s fine for you to see prostitutes and it’s not fine for me to have a friend?
It was not the same, and she wouldn’t see that. If she wanted a playboy, whom she paid, that was fine, but his own unmarried brother . . . She refused to say whether or not she ever slept with Sady. That is just such a ridiculous question, Milleus. You don’t understand how ridiculous. His best guess was that her refusal to answer the question meant that meant she did.
And Milleus had . . .
Jealousy was an ugly emotion. There was no excuse for what he had done, for what he would have to forget. The marriage had been bad from the st
