"Tell away."
"I told you before that I slept through the—the evacuation, or whatever it was. That wasn't exactly true. I did sleep through it, but it was my fault. I put myself to sleep."
"I don't get it."
"I tried to kill myself. Sleeping tablets. Seven of them. They weren't enough."
Frank said nothing while they paced off ten steps through the dark canyon that was Madison Street. Nora wondered if he had heard.
"I tried to commit suicide."
"Why?"
"I was tired of life, I guess."
"What do you want—sympathy?"
The sudden harshness in his voice brought her eyes around, but his face was a white blur.