"And talking in your sleep."
"Was I?" He rose.
They went in to lunch.
It was probably an excellent meal; all of Ann's were. Ted didn't remember eating it; he kept seeing that pink background and the man with the rat. Mars? Undoubtedly. A dream? Well....
"That squirrel—" Mrs. Truesdale said.
"Squirrel?" Ted looked up hastily.
"He watches me dress. I've seen him, at the window. The one in the back yard, this morning."
"Pull the shade," Ted suggested.
"For a squirrel? Wouldn't I feel silly? It's so—so old maidish."
"That it is," Ted agreed. "I'll give it some thought this afternoon. Maybe something will come to me."