“I don’t understand, mother. Do you mean you think Bradbury is not going to the office?”
“I am sure he is not.”
“You think—?”
“I do.”
“You are suggesting—?”
“I am.”
“You would imply—?”
“I would.”
A moan escaped Mrs. Fisher.
“Oh, mother, mother!” she cried. “If I thought Bradbury was untrue to me, what I wouldn’t do to that poor clam!”