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reaction to his decision to decline her father's offer of a position with her father's real estate firm in Chicago. Harry didn't want to sell real estate, in Chicago or anywhere else. Most of all, he didn't want to work for Janet's father. |
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"And that's only half of it," he had continued sheepishly. |
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Janet had flopped down on the edge of the bed, face colored with outrage, her usually sensuous mouth stupidly agape, elbow cupped in one hand, cigarette in the other. Her carefully shaped eyebrows were knitted in a tight little knot over her undeniably angry eyes. Harry remembered every little thing about that morning. |
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"Well," the woman hissed, "suppose you just tell me the other half." |
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"I've decided to extend my tour of duty here at Pepperell." Though he mumbled it, Janet was listening for a change. |
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It was the reaction that surprised him. He expected the rage, because Janet was very good at rage. He expected recriminations, because she was very good at that as well. Instead, she stood up, walked slowly to the bedroom door and out of the room. He never saw her again. She filed for the divorce when she got back to Chicago. Harry signed the papers, and it was over. |
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This was all part of Harry Driver's monotonous ritual of waking up. As surely as he |
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