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They
drove
toward
New
York
in
silence
for
a
while
.
"
Did
you
get
your
degree
?
"
Michael
asked
.
"
Yes
,
"
Kay
said
.
"
I
'm
teaching
grade
school
in
my
hometown
now
.
Did
they
find
the
man
who
really
killed
the
policeman
,
is
that
why
you
were
able
to
come
home
?
"
For
a
moment
Michael
did
n't
answer
.
"
Yes
,
they
did
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
was
in
all
the
New
York
papers
.
Did
n't
you
read
about
it
?
"
Kay
laughed
with
the
relief
of
him
denying
he
was
a
murderer
.
"
We
only
get
The
New
York
Times
up
in
our
town
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
guess
it
was
buried
back
in
page
eighty-nine
.
If
I
'd
read
about
it
I
'd
have
called
your
mother
sooner
.
"
She
paused
and
then
said
,
"
It
's
funny
,
the
way
your
mother
used
to
talk
,
I
almost
believed
you
had
done
it
.
And
just
before
you
came
,
while
we
were
drinking
coffee
,
she
told
me
about
that
crazy
man
who
confessed
.
"
Michael
said
,
"
Maybe
my
mother
did
believe
it
at
first
.
"
"
Your
own
mother
?
"
Kay
asked
.
Michael
grinned
.
"
Mothers
are
like
cops
.
They
always
believe
the
worst
.
"
Michael
parked
the
car
in
a
garage
on
Mulberry
Street
where
the
owner
seemed
to
know
him
.
He
took
Kay
around
the
corner
to
what
looked
like
a
fairly
decrepit
brownstone
house
which
fitted
into
the
rundown
neighborhood
.
Michael
had
a
key
to
the
front
door
and
when
they
went
inside
Kay
saw
that
it
was
as
expensively
and
comfortably
furnished
as
a
millionaire
's
town
house
.
Michael
led
her
to
the
upstairs
apartment
which
consisted
of
an
enormous
living
room
,
a
huge
kitchen
and
door
that
led
to
the
bedroom
.
In
one
corner
of
the
living
room
was
a
bar
and
Michael
mixed
them
both
a
drink
.
They
sat
on
a
sofa
together
and
Michael
said
quietly
,
"
We
might
as
well
go
into
the
bedroom
.
"
Kay
took
a
long
pull
from
her
drink
and
smiled
at
him
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
.
For
Kay
the
lovemaking
was
almost
like
it
had
been
before
except
that
Michael
was
rougher
,
more
direct
,
not
as
tender
as
he
had
been
.
As
if
he
were
on
guard
against
her
.
But
she
did
n't
want
to
complain
.
It
would
wear
off
.
In
a
funny
way
,
men
were
more
sensitive
in
a
situation
like
this
,
she
thought
.
