"Sure."
Beth shrugged her shoulders until Pendleton let go. "One weekend afternoon—oh, about two or three weeks after the agency sent you off—I was here trying to be an old lady. For an exercise at the Lab. And I was."
Pendleton blinked at her still pale fact. "That's swell, Beth. A guy likes to know what his fiancee is up to while he's away."
"I was an old lady." She stood with her body thrust almost against him. "See? I changed."
He backed a little. "How about a drink?"
"Don't you get it, Ben? How the hell do you think I just came in?"
"The back way." Pendleton decided to try a drink on her and then find out who her doctor was these days.
"I was the cat. Now you know about it and can go away, Ben." She let herself fall to the floor and she huddled there, crying.
"How long have you had this idea?" He knelt beside her, running one hand over her back.
"You know who put that silly damn boat in your pocket?" she asked.