Across from him, Diana stared at her nearly full plate, then met his eyes. She smiled thinly.“I guess I wasn’t hungry after all.”“Not hungry, or can’t eat?”“Is there a difference?”Bill nodded. “Diana, what’s going on out at your house? I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s happening.”“What makes you think I need help?” Diana asked guardedly.Bill shook his head sadly. “I know you, Diana. I’ve known you all my life, even though I don’t see you much. And the look in your eyes tonight tells me that something is very much the matter. I think you ought to tell me about it.”“There’s nothing much to tell. Mother’s just being extra difficult lately.”“Because of Christie.” It was a statement, not a question.“Because of Christie,” Diana agreed. “I guess you know she wants me to send her away.”“She told me,” Bill said. Now Diana looked at him sharply.“She told you? When?”“The other day, when she got her hand caught in the rattrap.”Diana toyed nervously with a fork.
