From the dining-room window Peggy could see the moon riding the cloud waves. It ducked below the surface as a large roller came in and then bobbed up again for air. Very little light filtered down.
Turning back to the television set, she continued eating the ice cream and cookies her mother had left for her. She had changed the program Martha had put on for one of her choice. The man who didn’t love his wife was sitting on the porch staring at the trees. After a while his wife appeared behind him, holding the incriminating perfume. She stood still and waited a moment before the man caught sight of what she was carrying. Then, to Peggy’s surprise, he dropped his head on his arms and began to cry. She had never seen a man cry before. It was very exciting.
Then, to her annoyance, the teleph
