'WELL?' Richard Gordon said to his wife
'You have lipstick on your shirt,' she said. 'And
over your ear.'
'What about this?'
'What about what?'
'What about finding you lying on the couch with
that drunken slob?'
'You did not.1
'Where did I find you?'
'You found us sitting on the couch,'
'In the dark.'
'Where have you been?'
'At the Bradleys'.'
'Yes,' she said. 'I know. Don't come near me.
You reek of that woman.'
'What do you reek of?'
'Nothing. I've been sitting, talking to a friend.'
'Did you kiss him?'
'Did he kiss you?'
'Yes, I liked it.1
'If you call me that I'll leave you.'
'All right,'she said. 'It's over. If you weren't so
conceited and I weren't so good to you} you'd have
seen it was over a long time ago.'