“All right, I’ll go out this other way.”
“No, no, not that way, either. Look, Donald, my sister is in the front room.”
“Where’s Mrs. Arthur Marbury?”
“She’s out tonight. Donald, darling, please — give me a break. I’ll go — anywhere.”
“What do you mean, anywhere?”
“Exactly what I said. If you want to turn back the hands of the clock by twenty-four hours, it’s okay by me.”
“You mean…”
“My God, do I have to draw you a diagram, or something?”
I said, “Get your clothes on.”
“I’ll hurry and get dressed,” she said. “Look, Donald, go in the bedroom at the front end of the hall. That’s my sister’s bedroom. Wait in there, I’ll come in as soon as I’m dressed. Then we’ll go in together and I’ll introduce you to my sister. I’ll make her think that you came to get me and that I let you in the side door by the patio. She’s reading a novel and…”