our agendas just a little bit.” Dudley laughed. “Hitler is every bit as bad as Stalin. That’s as far as I’ll go tonight.” Claire laughed. “Quid pro quo, then. Stalin is every bit as bad as Hitler, and in case you’re wondering, it was Kay Lake who first got me to concede that.” “Then concede this. It’s our war.” “Yes, love. It is surely our war. And it’s Kay’s war, as much as I dislike her.” Rain drummed the terrace. Lightning flashed. Claire lit a cigarette and blew smoke
