Betty’s lips curled into a cynical smile.
“Why should he?”
“But, surely—”
“It was I who broke the ties between us. I think I hated him. He had so little—so little manliness and strength.”
Madge Ellison lifted up her face to the fading sky. She was serious for one occasion in her life, a woman touched by the realism of life’s tragedies.
“Can you never—?”
“Don’t ask me that, Madge.”
“You will be well, soon, your old self. It is only temporary.”
“I know.”
“Then—”