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"
I
’
d
be
glad
to
.
"
Margie
smiled
at
Mary
.
"
You
keep
him
right
here
with
you
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
don
’
t
know
what
it
’
s
like
to
be
without
one
.
"
"
Nonsense
,
"
said
Mary
.
"
You
could
get
a
husband
by
crooking
your
finger
.
"
"
That
’
s
what
I
did
before
.
It
’
s
no
good
.
If
they
come
that
easy
,
they
’
re
not
worth
having
.
Keep
him
home
.
Someone
might
grab
him
.
"
She
got
into
her
coat
as
she
talked
—
a
fast
scrammer
.
"
Lovely
dinner
.
I
hope
you
’
ll
ask
me
back
.
Sorry
about
the
fortune
,
Ethan
.
"
"
Will
we
see
you
in
church
tomorrow
?
"
"
No
.
I
’
m
going
up
to
Montauk
tonight
.
"
"
But
it
’
s
too
cold
and
wet
.
"
"
I
love
the
mornings
on
the
sea
up
there
.
Good
night
.
"
She
was
out
before
I
could
even
hold
the
door
for
her
,
out
as
though
something
was
after
her
.
Mary
said
,
"
I
didn
’
t
know
she
was
going
up
there
tonight
.
"
And
I
couldn
’
t
tell
her
:
Neither
did
she
.
