“Perhaps.”
“Where are you living now, Mrs. Lintig?”
“Here in the hotel.”
“I mean what’s your permanent address?”
“Do you want to publish that?”
“Why not?”
She laughed and said, “And I’d have half of the crackpots in town writing to me. No. I’m finished with Oakview, and Oakview can be finished with me. This was a bitter chapter in my life. I want to close it and forget it.”
“Then I should think you’d want the divorce to go through so you could have your freedom.”
“I don’t want my freedom.”
“May I ask why?”