After he had put Daisy to bed that night, Mary Flanagan came over for a nightcap. “One thing led to another,” he said, as if it had never happened before. As if there was any reason to lie at this point. “Fucking shut up and get on with it,” she said, her words hard-edged. From the corner, gentle Petey looked at her through startled eyes. Marilyn hadn’t realized he was still in the room. “You had a glass jar of marbles in the closet off the kitchen,” Herbert said.
