She was Matthew’s baby too.’
It had been a long time, such a very long time since Dinah had allowed herself the luxury of words to vent the pressure. Silence had contained everything like a cold crust over molten liquid. She felt the pressure increasing, cracking the crust and pushing words into her mouth. They were ready to spill out of her mouth now. It was wrong that it should be Milly to hear them, Milly with her own pressing needs. Wrong, but right also.
‘Why, then?’
Dinah turned her head. Through the window she saw the Berkmanns driving off to their Sunday morning tennis game. Kendrick Street, Franklin, Massachusetts, coming alive once more.
‘I’ll tell you, if you like.’
‘Yeah. I’d like. Make a change from going on about me.’
Awkwardly at first, then fast, Dinah began to talk.
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