“I, too, am an intelligence without traditions.” She smiled. “Yes, you are, too, and in fact you are unreliable.” Silence. Adele had spoken serenely, as if the words had no emotional charge but were limited to recording the facts. Still, I felt offended. “What do you mean?” “That I trusted a son to you and you didn’t treat him honestly. If you wanted someone else, why did you marry him?”
