How do you... [ ...know that Crichton didn't fight back. Okay, Arthur has been a detective, so he can guess what physical evidence she might have spotted. But that does bring another question to mind, one that he delivers suspiciously: ] How did you know what happened so quickly? Were you watching?
[ And no. No no no no, there is a sixty-foot privacy wall around that part of his life for a reason, and neither Valdis nor anyone has the right to try to peek over it. ]
No. [ Firmly and bitterly. ] I don't owe you an explanation. [ He made the mistake of explaining to someone once, and see where that's gotten them both. ]
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[ And no. No no no no, there is a sixty-foot privacy wall around that part of his life for a reason, and neither Valdis nor anyone has the right to try to peek over it. ]
No. [ Firmly and bitterly. ] I don't owe you an explanation. [ He made the mistake of explaining to someone once, and see where that's gotten them both. ]