Hall lay watching the sun rays as they stretched between the shuttered windows and the smoothness of Margaret's glistening back.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked when she awoke.
"Really want to know?"
"Uh huh."
"About a girl from Ohio."
"Your wife?"
"No. Just a girl I know. I've been wondering if she has freckles on her back."
"Well, anyway, you're frank."
"When are you going back to San Hermano?"
"Tonight. I'll drive you back. I think we should get ready. The help might start straggling back in an hour or so." She kissed him tenderly, then savagely. "No, but this is silly," she said. "We'll get caught." She rolled away and got out of bed.