I got up off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m working.”
She said, “I’m going to get some breakfast, and then go down and buy a few clothes. I feel awfully naked without a nightgown.”
I said, “You’d better stay off the streets. Have your meals served up here. Get whatever things you want in the department store across the street. Don’t do any telephoning, and no matter what you do, don’t try to communicate with Edna Cutler.”
“Why should I try to communicate with her?”
“I don’t know. I’m just telling you not to.”
“I won’t, Donald. I promise. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
I said, “We’re coming back to that murder case.”
The expression on her face showed how she felt about it.