"Supper was dull and Marie had hoped
that Maxwell would go back to bed afterwards. He didn’t and at nine-thirty,
everyone was sitting in the library. Maxwell and Jennings were talking and
Marie was leaning against Maxwell’s side, half-asleep.
They must have thought she was asleep after a while, because the
topic turned from rabbit season to more interesting topics. Namely, their
marriage.
“Things seem to be working out well,
Max.”
“Mm-hm.”
“She’s very shy, though.”
Hey! Would he rather have her be annoyingly
loud?
“Mm-hm.”
“Max, are you even listening to me?”
He yawned.
“Of course, Jennings.” Marie had to
doubt that. “Marie’s shy, I heard you. I’ve never been one for parties anyway,
you know that.”
So there.
“You seem to be very fond of her.”
“Of course I am, she’s my wife.”
“You didn’t even know what she looked
like before you married her.”
“No.”
That went both ways, in case he’d
forgotten. Why was Jennings so interested in this? It had nothing to do with
him. She wasn’t about to throw him out, although she wasn’t going to be sorry
when he left.
“I didn’t think you’d actually do
it.”
“I don’t enjoy living alone.” Maxwell
said quietly. “Besides, it worked out fine. Obviously.” She felt him lift his
hand and imagined him gesturing towards her. “Stop worrying.”
“As long as you’re happy, Max.”
Jennings sounded a little annoyed. “It’s just that since that last…”
“No. Not tonight.”
Drat. She would have liked to hear
what ‘that last’ thing was. Whatever it was, Maxwell probably wasn’t going to
share it with her.
They were silent for several minutes.
The sounds in the walls were a little louder now and Marie wondered if whatever
was in there had multiplied that afternoon.
“Sorry, Max.” Jennings said. He still
sounded annoyed. “I just want to make sure you’re all right.”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? These noises you
insist you hear…”
“There is something there.” Maxwell
sounded uneasy. “We’ve both heard it. Something’s there, and if I have to tear
the wall down to prove it, I will.”
“It’s talk like that that worries
people.” Jennings said. “Perhaps a trip…for your health…”
His health? This was just a cold!
“My health is fine. Now drop it.”
Either Jennings didn’t hear the
warning tone, or he didn’t care. Marie was inclined to think it was the latter.
“Max, I really don’t think…”
“That’s enough.”
“Listen to me.” Jennings’ voice was
harsh. “I know you feel fine, as far as things go, but we’re all worried about
you. It isn’t helping that you’re hearing things that aren’t there. I’m your friend, Max, I want to help you.”
“I don’t need help. Now drop it.”
All right, maybe it was time to get
up now..."
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