She stood up. "Thank you very much for a dinner. And for listening. And most of all, for giving me another chance to rescue my father."
I looked at my watch automatically—and incredulously. "It's late, Rena. Have you a place to stay?"
She shrugged. "N—yes, of course, Tom. Don't worry about me; I'll be all right."
"Are you sure?"
"Very sure."
Her manner was completely confident—so much so that I knew it for an act.
I said: "Please, Rena, you've been through a tough time and I don't want you wandering around. You can't get back to Naples tonight."
"I know."
"Well?"