Constance had one sure defense; she’d “see” (that all-purpose girl word) another man. Don’t forget, I told myself, how quickly she found Capa when you were on the road with Golden Boy. And just now, a weekend with Jack Houseman. And some others for sure. The back seat of a Pontiac, for chris-sake! If I left her now, she’d be out with another man tomorrow night. They all want to fuck her, and isn’t that the ultimate compliment to a woman like Constance? Isn’t it? One of her suitors will be attractive to her immediately. I’ll have to be with her, guarding her, all the time. I don’t trust her to be alone.