"Anne," he said. "I gave it up—I broke it off—before that. I—I broke with her that morning—before I heard."
"You were away that night."
"I was not with her."
"Well—And it was going on, all the time, for three years before that?"
"Yes."
"Ever since your sister's death?"
He did not answer.
"Ever since Edie died," she repeated, as if to herself rather than to him.
"Not quite. Why don't you say—since you sent me away?"
"When did I ever send you away?"