Framing the volute power of her life that no woman ever will acknowledge, he thought. Warden had a theory about women: For years he had been asking them to sleep with him, the ones that interested him. “Will you go to bed with me?” and they were always shocked, even the rummy barflies. Of course, they always did, but that was only later, after he had fulfilled the proper requirements of approach. No woman ever said, “Why, yes, I’d like to go to bed with you.” They couldn’t do it. It wasnt in them to be that honest. God damn their souls.
