Williams had already disappeared. The untouched sandwiches Roger put into a box, switched off the lights and locked the doors. When he presented the astounded elevator boy with at least a hundred very delicately cut sandwiches, the boy grinned; but Roger did not smile in return.
"Let's walk," Anne suggested.
"Do you feel like it? I'd like to."
They went on in silence.
"Who's that pretty girl with the bobbed hair that went out with Black Tom?"
"Merle something. I don't know her last name. She lives with Black Tom."
Anne stopped. "Lives with him! Do you mean—that—that they live together?"
"Yes. He has a wife somewhere who won't divorce him. He hasn't even seen her for years, I believe. But I don't know much about it."
Anne shuddered. "She's so young and clean and pretty. He's all worn and old enough to be her father."
Roger shrugged. "Sex is queer. You can never tell a thing about it."