"So," Ryan said when Gerald Dickson and his wife Tina had left, "that's the happy couple."
Sarah nodded. "Are they not cute? I remember being that young and happy once. Then I married Jack Brown."
"I did not expect you to be a pessimist," Ryan said, while he started wandering again, looking around.
"Who, me?" Sarah followed, wondering where he was headed. "Only when it comes to marriage. Or remarriage. Tony was telling me the other night that I need a husband, and I felt like he had punched me in the stomach."
"Depends on the husband, doesn't it?" He peered into the dining room, with its custom-made chandelier and a glass-topped table.
"I imagine it might," Sarah admitted. "In this case, I think Tony was thinking of himself."
He took time away from his inspection of a Japanese vase t
