“But I did, Vi. It’s for your sake—for your happiness.”
She flung her arms about him, holding him to her though he tried to draw back.
“But you forgot——”
“I forgot nothing.”
“You did—there’s Dorrie.”
She buried her head on his shoulder, sobbing her heart out. He eyed me sullenly. He looked an old man. Awkwardly, with a gesture that was afraid of its tenderness, he let his hand wander across her hair. She raised her face to his, clinging against him, and kissed him on the mouth.
They traversed the room, going from me; their footsteps died out upon the stairs.
Never once had she looked at me.
In the grayness of the morning, before the servants had begun to stir, I packed my bag and left.