Pendleton sat across from her on the sofa. "Will you promise to start seeing somebody? Maybe I can find out about a good man. Promise you'll see him."
"You going to ask around? Why don't you do a TV spot? 'We are happy to announce that Beth Gershwin is daffy.'"
"Relax, Beth. You decide what you want to do. I won't talk to anybody."
Beth moved to the window. The wind had died. "I don't know, Ben."
"Let it rest. Let's have the drink." He came to her side.
"I think I'd like to be alone for a while."
"I'd like to stay."
"I'd like you to go. Please."
"Beth."
"Go on, Ben." She stared at him, then walked into her bedroom.