“Is that Mr. Slade ... the Congressman?” asked Naomi.
“Yes, it is.” There was something in Naomi’s look that maddened her, something that was questioning, shameless, offensive, and even accusing.
“What made him come to see us?”
Emma controlled herself. She felt lately that it was all she could bear always to have Naomi in the house.
“He came to ask about Philip.”
“I didn’t know that he knew Philip.”
“He didn’t, but he’s an old friend of mine.” The lie slipped easily from her tongue.
“Philip’s better,” Naomi answered. “He opened his eyes and looked at me. I think he knew me.”
“Did he speak?”
“No, he just closed them again without saying anything.”