“All through?” I asked.
“Hell, no!” she said belligerently. “I haven’t even started.”
“All right, I’ll call you back when you’re through. One doesn’t argue with a lady.”
I dropped the phone gently back on the hook, abruptly cutting off Bertha’s rage-shrilled voice.
Roberta’s eyes were big. I could see she was frightened.
“Donald, are you going to fight over me?”
“Probably.”
“Please don’t.”
“We have to fight over something.”
“What do you mean?”