“Yes.”
“When?” I asked.
“Right away. The end of this month.”
“For the summer?”
“I haven't decided how long I shall stay.”
I stared at her in bewilderment. In contrast to the agitation I felt rising within me, she was extraordinarily calm, unbelievably so.
“But where do you intend to go in Europe?”
“I shall go to London for a month or so, and after that to some quiet place in France, probably at the sea, where the children can learn French and German. After that, I have no plans.”
“But—you talk as if you might stay indefinitely.”
“I haven't decided,” she repeated.