At once, she saw that this was the pocket into which she had stuffed her mail. Fred’s hand was behind the letters. He pulled out the pack of cigarettes, and as he did so, the post card fell to the floor. Sarah sat up, heart pounding, and she watched him retrieve it. He glanced at it. “Never could resist post cards,” he said. He read the back, and looked up. “Who’s interviewing you Thursday morning?” “I forgot to tell you. I won’t be able to see you that morning.” She was thinking fast and desperately. “A woman psychiatrist is coming in from the university-child psychiatrist-she’s giving free consultations all day.” “I thought your two were normal-like their mother.” “Oh, they are,” she said quickly. “It’s just that Debbie has been cranky lately. I guess I haven’t given her the time I used to-I mean, my mind isn’t on them these days.” “And won’t be, if I can help it.
What do You think about (1961) The Chapman Report?
