On her way in the door, she plunged through the second wave of reporters’ adulations of Norman. The silence inside their house surprised her, but it wasn’t a peaceful silence – Agnes could feel the treachery inside this house.
She wondered what the other woman looked like. Did he want some other woman because her own hips were too fat or her breasts too small? At thirty, was she too old? Had he lost interest in her now that she’d given him two children? She needed to know.
From the kitchen, the telephone’s jingle broke the silence. She ignored it but it wouldn’t stop. “What is it?” she finally answered. “What do you want?”
“CBS Radio from New York, Mrs. Balmoral. We’d like to send a reporter to interview you and your husband about the attack.”
She banged the receiver against the wall and let it dangle – and looked around her. White everywhere. Everything in this kitchen was white.
She stood up and left the room. “It’s time to remodel this kitchen. I’m sick of all this white.”
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