4

Ann Norton watched them from the window. She had called the drugstore earlier. No, Miss Coogan said, with something like glee. Not here. Haven’t been in.

Where have you been, Susan? Oh, where have you been?

Her mouth twisted down into a helpless ugly grimace.

Go away, Ben Mears. Go away and leave her alone.

When she left his arms, she said, ‘Do something important for me, Ben.’

‘Whatever I can.’

‘Don’t mention those things to anyone else in town. Anyone.’

He smiled humorlessly. ‘Don’t worry. I’m not anxious to have people thinking I’ve been struck nuts.’

‘Do you lock your room at Eva’s?’

‘No.

‘I’d start locking it.’ She looked at him levelly. ‘You have to think of yourself as under suspicion.’

‘With you, too?’

‘You would be, if I didn’t love you.’

And then she was gone, hastening up the driveway, leaving him to look after her, stunned by all he had said and more stunned by the four or five words she had said at the end.


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