Michael Malone - Weebly

Mrs. Ransom sat down in the chair where
innumerable Dingleyans had sat to ask him favors.
"Ernest, that's sweet of you, but, frankly, chatting for
seven days with your golf caddy has never been
particularly alluring for me. I think, and it's in no way
personal, that I'd rather be by myself."
He came around the desk, stroking his Yale college
tie as if to comfort it. "Here. Sit down here. You're
upset. All this miserable business last night. Just try to
relax. Have you taken a pill?" She shook her head.
"You ought to go home, take a Valium, lie down for a
while. Where's Kate?"
"Who knows?"
"You two could play some golf or something. You
don't seem to spend much time together, and here
we've got her home for a change. Well, don't worry.
Look, Priss. Priss? Look, let's open the lake house, get
Wanda to go out tomorrow and fix it up, we'll spend
the weekend there, how would that be? Get some sun.
Then we could sit down and plan a really nice trip.
What about visiting the Mortons in Bar Harbor? Go out
on their sloop? You always liked Betsy."