would force her head back, expose her throat. “Don’t you think I was embarrassed? Marrying you like a fool after what you’d done.” “Then you made a fool of yourself,” he would say. “No one forced you to do anything.” “Now, I’m not going to force you”—Madeleine was smiling, her chin dipping down in a question—“but it would be lovely to have you both by the front door, between these two pillars.”
