"Yes, I'm back."
"To stay?"
"To stay."
"You're cured, then?"
"Yes," she smiled, "cured of many things. I like the city better than I thought!"
He gave her a sharp look.
"So!" Then his voice came with utter weariness: "Well, the city's a queer place, Myra. Things happen here."
Somehow she felt that he was standing her off. Something had crept in between them, some barrier, some wall. He had already emerged from the shock of the meeting. What if there were things in his life far more important than this meeting? Myra tried to be brave.
"I just wanted to see you—see the place—see how things were getting on."
Joe laughed softly.