"Howard," Vivian said. "I want to speak to you and your wife. There's no use hiding her from me."
"Just give me a minute with Isabel," Howard said.
"I saw you two before," Vivian sniffed. "I know what a minute alone with her would have turned into. Women like her know how to twist a man."
Isabel shifted uncomfortably in the bed.
"Be careful," Howard growled. "You're talking about my wife."
"And I came here to talk about your sister," Vivian said.
"I'm not interested in hearing anything else about Yvette," he said.
"Don't you want to know all the details?" Vivian asked.
"Don't you?" Howard shot back.
He pulled Isabel onto his lap and pointed at her bandaged ankle. He lifted her arms gently as if moving a fragile doll and pointed silently at each bandage and scratches and sc
