"Change, damn you! Change!"
"Why, Max," she pouted. "Don't you love me any more?"
It was intended to drive him nutty, maybe to suicide.
"You should have drunk the champagne," she said softly. "It would have been easier for you. Would you like a drink now?" She held out a glass.
All of a sudden he wanted that glass more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. Even Alice. It was the end of the line, the dropping off point. He couldn't take it any more. Not Alice—like that.
He walked over to her and took the glass. He lifted it to his lips.
Something slapped the glass out of his hand as the window behind them shattered inward. Alice flashed an angry glance at the face in the window, then moved quickly back into the kitchen.
"Ric!"
Max's bewilderment changed to sudden hope.