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How could she have found out so quickly? It didn’t make sense

"I’m James Quinlan," he said "Most people call me Quinlan You can call me whatever you want to Won’t you sit down, Sally? I assure you there’s enough food, though when I finish one plate Martha just brings in another one Does she do the cooking?"

"I don’t know Who are you?"

"Sit down and we’ll talk Or would you like a section of the newspaper? It’s the Oregonian, a very good paper There’s a long article in here about your father"

She sat down

"Who are you, Mr Quinlan?"

"That didn’t last long It was Ja lasts very long with you"

She was right about that, he thought, as he had a fleeting i when he’d whispered to her as he’d come inside her that if she ever had another man she would find out what it meant to be half empty

"What other feelings do you have, Sally?"

"That you love probleet a problem in your hands and shape and mold and twist and do whatever you have to do to solve that problem Then you lose interest You look for another probleh he didn’t realize he was doing so, "How the hell do you know that?"

"Mr Quinlan, how did you know my husband is a lawyer? That wasn’t on TV There was no reason for it to be Or if he had been shown, they certainly would have had no reason to discuss his profession or anything else about hi tactics don’t become you What if I told you I have a Colt 45 revolver in ht now?"

"I’d probably believe you Keep your gun in your purse It was on TV--your good old husband escorting your mother to your dad’s funeral You just didn’t see it" Thank God he’d heard Thel it yesterday Thank God they hadn’t really been interested Washington, DC, was light-years fro private about you now, forget it You’re an open book"