She released herself a little.
“Where is she, Ted?”
“Why?” He began to tease her, and her lack of control showed instantly.
“You know she’s disappeared. Why did she go and where did she go?”
“Why should I know?”
“You do know,” she countered.
“I said nothing of the sort.”
Pulling herself loose, she confronted him. Every thwarted undisciplined desire in her raged at the frail control maintained by habit. Her eyes, no longer sleepy, blazed at him.
“You know where she is. The creature has gone off somewhere to hide herself and her shame, I suppose. The abandoned hussy. I know all about it, Ted. I found out all about it.”
He became a little surly and yet curiosity seemed to pique him.