“You want to know too much, young man,” she said. “You promised me that you wouldn’t try to pry into my private affairs.”
I said, “Just what you’d care to give us, Mrs. Lintig.”
“Well, I don’t care to give you anything.”
“One would think that, in view of the circumstances, a woman as — you’ll pardon me, Mrs. Lintig — as attractive as you would have met someone for whom you cared and married again.”
“Who said I married again?” she demanded, her eyes hard, black, and glittering.
“It was just speculation.”
“Well, the people in Oakview had better mind their own business, and I’ll mind mine.”
“And, of course, one naturally wonders what happened to Dr. Lintig and to that nurse.”
“I don’t care a snap of my fingers for what happened to him. I have my own life to live.”
“But the effect of dismissing this divorce action is to wipe it off the records. It leaves you legally married to Dr. Lintig. You’re now his legal wife — unless there’s been a divorce in Reno or—”