“I didn’t want you to freak out or anything,” he said to her. “I didn’t want you or the kids to know how close I was to it.”
She picked her head up to look at him. Her eyes were red. “I’m your wife, Lennie. You don’t tell me something like that? How could you do that to me? How could you let me find out like this?”
“I didn’t know it would turn out like this.” He waved his arm toward the front lawn and the media circus camped there.
“No? How could it not?”
“I’m okay. It’s all okay,” he said as he sat on the bed next to her. He took her hand in his.
“Is it?”
He knew it wasn’t. And she knew too.
“What were you doing down there anyway?” she asked. “You said you were in Brooklyn and staying at the bar. What were you doing in Manhattan so early? You never told me you would be in Manhattan
