Three days passed. Three days of jumping each time the phone rang. Three days of nervous glances out the window. Three days of wondering every time Mark called from the office if he would relate to her a story about an “interesting” call he had received. “You know this Abbott Lowery person, don’t you, Beth?” And then she imagined herself sitting down as Mark spilled out everything Abbott had told him, replete with details that would confirm the veracity of his accusations.
But nothing happened. The absence of hearing anything from Abbott was both a relief and a terror. She wondered if she would ever be free from living with the expectation of being exposed, of having her life turned upside down.
She flipped a page of a book, The Hours, and wondered how her eyes managed to actually accomp
