“And you can save those bum jokes.”
“I’m only filling in until you decide to come to the point.”
She hesitated only a moment. “I want a divorce. And unless you’re even stupider than I think you are, you do too. So — what do we do?”
For the first time it had been mentioned. It was out in the open, and it cleared the air to such an extent that he almost liked her.
“After considered thought, my suggestion would be that we get a divorce.”
“Very bright,” she said. “Now see what you can do with this one. What about money?”
Conway thought he knew where this was leading, but there seemed no point in hurrying her. “You know what we’ve got in the bank,” he said. “It ought to be enough for the lawyers and the court costs.”
“Yeah. And what about me?”
“What about you?”
“You think you’re going to divorce me and throw me out without a cent to my name?”