MARGARET
We were good friends, your mother and I--and women. That's why she told
me. And I think I reassured her.
ROGER
Oh! She did seem to get mightily comforted, just at the last. I never
understood why.
MARGARET
I thank heaven I really did that!--And when I looked out the window and
saw you standing here, I had to come over. I knew it wasn't your mother's
death that was hurting you, but--but your brother's.
ROGER
Arthur ... I'm glad the accident happened after _she_ died.
MARGARET
Yes. But there's something else. Something that hurts. You've got to tell
me. Everything. Don't be afraid. Face it.
ROGER
I have faced it. I--I've made up my mind.
MARGARET
There's still pain somewhere. Is it in the way you have made up your mind?
ROGER
How could that be?
MARGARET
It depends. But tell me what you thought--I mean during this last year or
so. It didn't come to you all at once.
ROGER
Well.... Of course, I always took it for granted about his music. He
seemed to be wonderful at that. And mother believed so in him. It really
began when he left college, I found he had debts.
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