"No. Go away, Ben."
"Well, what is it?"
Beth sighed, annoyed. "You know about Method. You have to feel the
parts, live them."
"Sure."
Beth shrugged her shoulders until Pendleton let go. "One weekend
afternoon--oh, about two or three weeks after the agency sent you
off--I was here trying to be an old lady. For an exercise at the Lab.
And I was."
Pendleton blinked at her still pale fact. "That's swell, Beth. A guy
likes to know what his fiancee is up to while he's away."
"I _was_ an old lady." She stood with her body thrust almost against
him. "See? I changed."