She wanted this discussion just as surely as he did not."Give it a few days. That's all I ask.""Give what a few days, Alistair?" she asked as she caught him by the back door. "You bring a strange woman home with you and you expect me simply to set another plate at the table?""What you really mean to say is a strange, attractive woman. Am I correct?"Margaret released his arm and stopped. She could offer a thousand reasons why Grace Smith should not occupy the guest residence on their estate near the northern tip of Lake Washington, but none could hold up to the only one that mattered. She sighed and lowered her eyes.Alistair Green, forty, returned to his 32-year-old wife and placed his hands on her shoulders. He then moved the hands to her face and gave her a gentle kiss."I love you, darling. You know that," he said. "This is not about how I feel about you or anyone else. This is about showing compassion to someone who has no one else and does not deserve to be thrown out on the street or placed in a psychiatric ward."Margaret looked at her husband with suspicion and awe.
