“I mean, Agnes.

I was just trying to teach him a routine.”

“Pack your clothes right now,” I said.

“Don’t go ruining my reputation over one little slip, Agnes,” she said.

“You’ve got twenty minutes,” I said.

I walked past her without another word and went into the back hall.

I opened the utility closet in the hall and took out two black leather suitcases.

I lifted her dresses off the bedroom wardrobe rail three at a time and laid them flat in the open cases.