She lay motionless. Gadden was silent alongside her. She could feel his leg resting against hers. He hadn't spoken and she was afraid to. Somewhere, perhaps from an adjacent room, she could hear the sound of one of his records. She pulled a sheet across them both. "Tell me about Owoso." The request was muffled, his face pushed into the pillow. She thought she must have misheard. "I'm sorry?” He turned his head to her. "What happened? In Owoso. What really happened that day?" “I don’t understand.” “Yes, you do.” Was he punishing her? Was this because of their failure? His failure? Or did he consider it her failure: her failure to arouse him? "Why do you want to know?" "Just tell me." Later she would wonder why she hadn't got up from the bed at that moment. Perhaps it was embarrassment that kept her there. "It was on television," she said. “You probably saw it." It would have been difficult to miss. Thrilled by their scoop WSN had syndicated sections of her Owoso report to all their rival news stations.
