“No. Please. I’ve got to tell you about it.”
“Haven’t you told it?”
“Not what I mean. Now listen to me, Frank. All that time I was out there, waiting for the funeral to be over, I thought about it. What it would mean to us. Because we took a life, didn’t we? And now we’re going to give one back.”
“That’s right.”
“It was all mixed up, what I thought. But now, after what happened with that woman, it’s not mixed up any more. I couldn’t call up Sackett, Frank. I couldn’t call him up, because I couldn’t have this baby, and then have it find out I let its father hang for murder.”
“You were going to see Sackett.”
“No I wasn’t. I was going away.”
“Was that the only reason you weren’t going to see Sackett?”
She took a long time before she answered that. “No. I love you, Frank. I think you know that. But maybe, if it hadn’t been for this, I would have gone to see him. Just because I love you.”
“She didn’t mean anything to me, Cora. I told you why I did it. I was running away.”