She tore up the letter and threw the fragments into the fire.
“What a hell marriage can be.”
“It can,” said Myra.
“You’re lucky. You’ve escaped.”
“Have I?” asked Myra intent on the packing of underwear.
At her tone Olivia started. “What do you mean?”
Myra looked up, sitting back on her heels.
“Do you suppose, dearie, you’re the only woman in trouble in the world?”
Olivia moved a step towards her.
“Are you too in trouble, Myra?”