He hadn't moved. "Just the very little things. A supper unradiated. An empty wrap hanger. An unfilled chair. Emptiness where there should be something."
"Where has there been emptiness?" Mary was surprised.
"Between us."
"Oh darling ... that just isn't so."
"Isn't it?" He took her hands. "Cards on the table, Mary. Right?"
"Right!"
"You've been going to meetings for the last month."
"It's my turn on the committee."
"You've been out late quite a bit."
"I can't leave till they check me out...."