"Mrs. Xlptl," I said in a low voice. I never thought it would be Sally.
But she whimpered: "Oh, you found me! You found me...." She sounded at once excited and disappointed.
"I'm not your husband," I said. "But I'm taking you back to him."
"I don't want to go back."
"Think about it. You ought to go back. He wants you back."
"What are you two talking about?" the manager shouted.
"I don't know what to say," Mrs. Xlptl told me.
"It's happened before, hasn't it? But you always went back."
"That's true. I—I—well, I guess you're right."