of table, sanded boards, an orange arc of wall.
âDo you want to phone Alex?â Hannah said. âTell him where you are.â
âNo, I donât think so. Thanks.â
âWe had this row, earlier. Before I went out. Alex had come home and Iâd not been there. I mean, he was back sooner than Iâd thought, an appointment had been canceled or something, I donât know, and Iâd stopped off in town after school. Just looking round the shops, nothing â¦â Jane looked across at Hannah and paused. âHeâd only been in twenty minutes, half an hour at most.â
âI donât understand.â
âI wasnât there. He got angry, upset.â
âBut why? I mean, what does he expect, for heavenâs sake?â
Shrilly, Jane laughed.
âYou to be there at his beck and call? Rush home after school and get his dinner ready for him, warm his slippers by the fire?â
âNo. No, itâs not like that. Thatâs not what itâs about.â
âWhat then?â
Jane took her time. âItâs to do with â¦â
âControl, thatâs what itâs to do with.â
âHe wants to know exactly where I am, what Iâm doing, all of the time.â
âThatâs ridiculous.â
âYes.â
âUnreasonable.â
âItâs the way it is.â
Hannah sighed. âHeâs got to understand, surely, youâve got a life of your own.â
âNo.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âAccording to Alex, weâre married and thatâs that. We donât have lives of our own.â
âOh, fine â¦â
âHe says thatâs the whole point.â
âItâs his point. Thatâs the trouble. His rules, his timetable.â
âHe says itâs the same for him.â
âExcept you donât start climbing up the wall if heâs twenty minutes late getting home.â
âNo.â
âSo he can come and go as he pleases.â
âBut he doesnât. I always know where he is, what heâs doing, every minute of the day. If he says heâll be in at five twenty-five, at five twenty-five there he is. So why shouldnât it be the same with me?â
âCome on, Jane. How many answers do you want? Youâre a grown woman doing a difficult job. Youâve got your own friends. Damn it, you married him; it wasnât an operation joining you both at the hip.â
âLook, Hannah, I know itâs difficult for you to understand â¦â
âBecause Iâm not married, you mean?â
âMaybe.â
âJane, Iâm your friend. Married or not, I can see whatâs happening to you, how unhappy you are. Iâve got a right to be concerned.â
âI know. Iâm sorry. I am grateful. And I donât know what Iâm doing, sitting here defending him.â
âHabit? Duty?â
Jane shook her head. âI really donât know.â
âDo you still love him?â
âI donât know that either.â
Hannah leaned close toward her. âHave you thought about leaving him?â
Jane laughed. âOnly all the time.â
âAnd he knows?â
âNot because of anything Iâve said.â
âBut you think he does know?â
âHe suspects, he must do.â
âAnd you think thatâs why heâs behaving like this?â
Jane stepped to the window, leaned forward until her forehead was pressing against the glass. Small bats cavorted outside, splintering the space between the house and the trees. When she turned back into the room, the ghost of her mouth remained, a blur of breath upon the pane.
âIt isnât only ⦠Heâs jealous, thatâs part of what this is all about. Just jealous.â
âWhat of?â
âOh,â Jane gestured widely. âAnyone. Men. You. Our neighbor across the street. Anyone. It doesnât really