I didn’t say anything. We walked over to the table.
Marilyn said casually, “Oh, hello, Rosalind. This is Emory, my friend, Mr. Emory — Smith.”
She turned to Hale and flashed him a quick wink.
Rosalind said, “How do you do, Mr. Smith?”
Hale got up and bowed. I held a chair for Rosalind. We sat down.
Marilyn said to Hale, “I don’t like to talk about it. Let’s talk about something else.”
“What don’t you like to talk about?” I asked.
Hale said, “What happened this morning.”
“What happened?”
“Marilyn heard the shot that killed that lawyer. You remember reading about it in the papers?”