"Of course," Dr. MacNare said. "But I'll check before we leave."
"How is Adam taking being alone tonight?" Alice called.
"Okay," Dr. MacNare said. "Damn!"
"What's the matter, Joe?"
"I forgot to get razor blades."
The conversation died down.
Alice MacNare finished dressing.
"Aren't you ready yet, Joe?" she called. "It's almost a quarter to eight."
"Be right with you. I nicked myself shaving with an old blade. The bleeding's almost stopped now."
Alice went into the living room. Paul had turned on the TV and was sprawled out on the rug.