“Well, if you want a drink, why not have it here, at the table? Why not with me? I’ll have a glass of wine. Why go off by yourself? You stay down there all night sometimes. Why?” There was no way to answer any of these questions. The truth was that he didn’t know why, but she’d never accept that answer, and if he engaged at all, she’d only keep pushing, as if logic were at the center of everything.
