Eleanor asked herself. Meaning exactly what? Or who? Me? Philip? And thereby saying by implication that Grant was not man enough for the job? It must be admitted, she thought, but Grant had given a very poor showing of himself today, and she had been ashamed of him, of his pathological fear of in...
Jase asked as they walked home that night. They followed a path between the two houses, lit by the flashlight Shell carried. Dammit, she thought, he saw altogether too much. She considered denying his allegation but shrugged. Why resort to a phony denial that he wouldn’t believe anyway? She hadn’...
Forget it!” Lissa stood with her hands on her hips surveying the gathering of committee members in her father’s small trailer. “That’s Ginny’s job!” “But he doesn’t even like me,” Ginny said. “That’s crazy, Men always like you!” “Phil didn’t.” “I thought you divorced him, not he you.” “Sure. But ...