—Well my God I mean you knew that didn’t you? that he’d never have been made managing partner in a fine old white shoe blue ribbon outfit like Swyne & Dour without a good dose of that old school tie duplicity? that he thinks you think like he would, so he’ll think it first, that you might sue them for the pressure they’ve put on you that got you into this accident? Sending you to their psychiatrist to save your sanity? to protect you? or protect the firm against you with an expert witness using everything he’s wrung out of you to show that you’re unstable? picking up her own glass already half emptied —because I can’t stand seeing this happen to you that’s why I, what’s made me sound harsh and impatient and perfectly awful and I look at myself and see somebody I don’t like because I can’t stand what it’s doing to me either, I’m your wife aren’t I? with a hand on his arm that sent a tremor the length of it —I mean I love you Harry, I love your hands and your stubborn fighting yourself that drives me crazy when you won’t take the shortcut like the rest of them and I love your hands on me and what they do and the stiff stubborn hairy Ainu that’s like all the rest of you when I look around us at the pieces of my absurd pointless life before we met all strung out in front of us worried about Father, about the house and poor Oscar out there with his whole life in the lap of the gods and your smile, shaking your head it’s such a patient, sad smile looking for what’s right, what you said once, not what is just but what is right?