two Times get all knotted up together? He found himself affectionately stroking a smooth slice of chicken breast.
There was something in Phyllis's silence that pricked him. He looked uneasily over his shoulder. She had sat down in the chair by the table, her chin leaning on one wrist, watching him. He went to her and touched her shoulder gently.
"Go to bed, Phyl dear."
"George, can't we get away from this house?"
"What on earth do you mean?"
"Get away. Take me away, George; we'll take the children and go. To-night. Before anybody wakes up."
She rose suddenly.
"I'm frightened. Take me away. George, I can't live through to-morrow, not if it's like to-day."
Just the way I feel, he thought.
"There, there, little frog, you're all frazzled out. It'll be all right, don't worry. Go and get your sleep."
"No, I'm not tired. I wish I were. I'm all burning up with not being tired. George, we could take the babies and just get in the car and go. Go anywhere, anywhere where there isn't
