"I mean about her looking at you."
"Oh."
Harry fiddled with his tie without speaking.
"I mean, as much as to say: 'Well, I raised all of mine.'"
"But honey, about little Glenn. That was an accident, almost. You didn't really mean to choke him that hard."
"But still ... it ... I mean, there was Helen, looking at me like I wasn't doing my duty. You know."
"No," he said. "That's nonsense, Jane. Sheer nonsense. You know what the priest said."
He polished one of his brass buttons with the sleeve of his coat.
"Harry?"
"Yes?"