“What was the relationship between you and Forrest, Mrs. Millay?”
“I was his wife.”
“Your maiden name?”
“Edna Cantling.”
“Tell me how you met—where—the general background.”
“I was acting in summer stock in an Adirondack resort near Loon Lake. You know the kind of setup—giddy rich outlanders, quaint sterling locals. It was near the Corning estate. They still called it that even after Forrest’s mother inherited it when Corning died. When he very suddenly died. I was young. And beautiful. Can you imagine it? Like a flower, one press notice called me. I’m still young. Young—young—”
Buran kept his eyes on his notes. Down from the young face so travestied, so old.
“Was his mother living when you met Forrest?”
“Yes, but she was ill. Too ill to go to the wedding.”
“Seriously ill?”
“She w
