couldn't get herself to do."
"But I thought you said she didn't care about
being married to Harry. You said she didn't even mind
making love to him "
"That was earlier. She was getting disgusted,
too. Why do you think she spent so much time away,
shopping, meeting other women? She wanted to avoid
being home, even though she was leaving me with
him." She laughed. "She didn't know why I would do
it? That's just the beginning. You wait and see. She'll
start talking about the strange things I did and how
she couldn't talk to me or how I wouldn't let her get
close. She'll make up tons of stuff until I look like . . .
like some Lizzie Borden or something. Forget her.
She'll never help me. We've only got each other," She
said. "Les oiseaux d'une plume. So where did you go with your father? I was afraid to go downstairs. I thought you'd be back any moment, but you stayed
out so long."
"He took me for pizza."
"Pizza? Oh, when will I have pizza again?" she
cried.
"We can have it today. My parents are both
gone. You and I will make our special homemade
pizza, just like we've done many times."
"That's right." She smiled. "Let's pretend none
of this happened. Let's pretend it's a weekend, and
we're together, and we're just doing what we want.
C'mon," she said, heading for the attic door. "I'll find
something o
f yours I can wear and get out of this old
dress. We'll go into your father's office and play