"Cal, please!"
"Are you going to cross-examine Sergeant Peterson?"
"I don't think so—nothing to gain."
"Ah, I was hoping you'd ask him why his damned silly face looks like a camera bellows."
"Hush! Shall I come to see you this evening?"
"Oh—no—no, I am unwell. I mean—that is, I would so like to have two candles, one for you and one for—I'm sorry ... I'm all right now. I'll be quiet. But don't come tonight—I did mean that. It's something—I can't explain it."
"All right, my dear. Maybe tomorrow evening."
"Yes, without fail. Let me tell you one thing more?"
"What?"
"I think I'm discovering that I want to live."