"Where were you?"
"I'd gone to cut off the gas again."
"Okay, stay in the house until we're finished out here."
When Norris went back in the house, his wife's white face turned slowly toward him.
She sat stiffly by the living room window, looking sick. Her voice was quietly frightened.
"Terry, I'm sorry about everything."
"Skip it."
"What did you do?"
He grinned sourly. "I adapted to an era. Did you find the instruments?"