Emma Turner sent Michael Knight back and returned to her room, where Polly Sutton was already lying in bed.
Emma climbed into bed and looked at the woman lying there wearing her face mask, "What's going on? Running out in the middle of the night after a fight and still in the mood to do a face mask, what kind of argument was this?"
"Mr. Parker is throwing a fit, thinks I don't care about him. No, it's not that I don't care, it's that I don't treat him like my husband, he's seeking a sense of presence."
Emma's mouth twitched; she really couldn't understand this kind of marital amusement. In her view, it was just making trouble out of nothing.
"Yesterday, when I was waiting for the bus, I saw a couple also waiting."
Polly turned her head toward Emma, "And then?"
