They went through the pantry hall into the living room. It was exactly the same, even to the pile of manuscript paper on the piano.
"Why shouldn't it be?" Lennox muttered.
"I had to give the skunk away," Gabby said. "I didn't know what she ate."
"He," Lennox said mechanically. "Raw chicken."
"Was it ... all right in the hospital? Did they hurt you?"
"No. I'll tell you about it.... Some other time."
With his arm around her waist, he paced up and down the long living room slowly, letting his eyes wander, not daring to think. At last he said: "A week's a long time on The Rock."
"Sometimes it's a lifetime."
"Usually it is. That's why we burn out so fast. Do you remember what you said to me the Sunday we ended this affair?"
"You mean began it."