* * * * *
He knocked at her door and a moment later she came. She saw who it was,
opened for him and returned to the room beyond. She had obviously been
crying.
Homer Crawford said, but with no reproach in his voice, "You should have
helped me, to be consistent."
"I knew you'd win."
"Nevertheless, once you'd switched sides, you should have attempted to
help me. If you had, maybe Abe would still be alive."
She took a quick agonized breath, and sat down in one of the two chairs,
her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She said, "I ... I've known Abe
since my early teens."
He said nothing.
"In college, he was the cell leader. He enlisted me into the Party."
Crawford still didn't speak.