“Like Oscar Wilde,” Pat said. “Or Mr. Grisham in the village with his old Navy colleague. I understand that perfectly well.” Bill gaped. “Who the devil told you about Oscar Wilde?” “Daddy, of course. I asked him. I was reading the papers to him around that time because his eyesight had failed, and I wanted to know what all the veiled allusions were about. What I meant was—well, for pity’s sake, Bill, Jimmy got engaged to Fen!”
