When she forgot to be polite, she was highly entertaining. When she was being polite, on the other hand, he could cheerfully consign her to hell. “What happened to you last night?” she said. “It looks like someone punched you in the face.” “Someone did.” “Does that happen often?” “Not very.” “Oh.” She took a knife and quartered her pear. “Is that it?” he said. “I don’t know what you mean.” “That’s all you have to say? ‘Oh.’” She looked at him blankly. “Where’s the love and sympathy, wife? You aren’t wondering what happened? You aren’t wondering if I’m in pain? You aren’t wondering if your dear
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