He turned on the ignition and said, "Start." The motor obediently started and he swung out of the lot, onto Chestnut. "Sam's all right. Kind of sentimental."
"That's what I mean."
Joe was silent. The coupe went past a row of solar homes and turned on Fulsom. Three houses from the corner, he turned into their driveway.
"You're awfully quiet," Vera said.
"I'm thinking."
"About what?" Her voice was suddenly strained. "Sam didn't try to sell you—"
"A new wife?" He looked at her. "What makes you think that?"
"You're thinking about me, about trading me in. Joe, haven't I—darling, is there—?" She broke off, looking even more miserable than Sam had.
"I don't intend to trade you in," he said quietly.