Chapter 8

He went into the bathroom. She could hear the shower bath running, and thought, “Aren’t men nonchalant? I couldn’t take a shower, and brush my hair now just as if I were by myself. I would be too shaky.” Her body was singing but her mind thought of the most curious irrelevances. She didn’t know whether to wear blue pajamas or a peach-coloured silk nightgown. Perhaps Alan would take her to Chicago and China next day. And she would go. She wouldn’t mind giving up a newspaper career. After all, he could tell her about…