"But you don't think I will, do you?"
"I don't know. We'll try walking tomorrow. Don't think about it now.
Rest."
He tried to relax, but his mind was a vortex of conjecture.
"Just one more question," he almost whispered.
"Yes?"
"The man I killed--did he have a wife?"
She hesitated. He thought, _Damn it, of all the questions, why did I
ask that?_