He needed something more than sleep....
"I still have an awful lot to do darling, more than I had thought. I'll be here quite late-I'll miss the last train-"
"All right."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"Good night, Max."
She sounded so weary, so unwittingly imploring, that he was tempted to change his mind and race for the station. But before he could say a word she had hung up.
Phone back?
No.
Well, he would stay here and work until after the last train. He could be at least that honest with her. But he had better phone Claire Johnson right now. "It's Max, Claire."
"Oh, hello, darling."
"Claire, I'm working late tonight. I'll be here for another hour and a half. May I stay with you tonight?"
There was a pause. Lately his life had seemed filled with pauses. Empty pauses, futile pauses
