“Do you think…?” Shocked, he suddenly realized the same question had been on her mind. It was she, then, who expressed it. “Do I think there might be something—something wrong—something wrong with Phil?” The Old Gent felt hollow in his stomach, but it was a relief to get the thing out in the open. “If there is, it’s not your fault.” “Nor is it yours,” she said, and looked at her watch.
