He nodded, and lit a cigarette. After a puff or two he snubbed it out in distaste. "Let's get some dinner," he said. All the way down to the diner he sat in the car with his chin sunk in his chest. Finally he was facing me in a booth, and he couldn't avoid my eyes any longer. "Marny and I had a talk last night."
"That's nice," I said. "What did you decide?"
"Oh, it was awful. Why can't I keep my big yap shut once in a while? I tried to reason with her, Ben. And she was so damn calm and collected, and wouldn't budge an inch, so I started losing my temper, and then she really blew up—" He looked at me miserably. "She's too good to lose, Ben. It doesn't matter what it involves."
I looked up, wide-eyed. "What?"
He couldn't meet my eyes. "I'm not going. I'm mailing my resignation to Dillon tonight."
I just gaped at him. "Say that again, slower."
"It's no go, Ben. I'm staying home."
"So you can marry that girl?"
He nodded silently.
"So that's it," I said disgustedly. "The kitty cat has really shown her claws. What are you, a puppet or something?"