"Uh?"
"Do you still love me?"
I set the paper down and stared at her. "How's that? Of course I still—"
"Well, sometimes you don't act much like it."
"Mm. I guess I've—uh—got an awful headache tonight." Damn that perfume!
"Oh," said Marge.
"In fact, I thought I'd turn in early and get some sleep—"
"Sleep," said Marge. There was no mistaking the disappointment in her voice. Now I knew that things were out of hand.
The next evening, I activated George Prime and caught the taxi at the corner, but I called Ruby and broke my date with her. I took in an early movie alone and was back by ten o'clock. I left the cab at the corner and walked quietly up the path toward the garage.
Then I stopped. I could see Marge and George Prime through the living room windows.