Love in Bondage

MRS. DOLLRUN WITHOUT excitement of any kind, quietly folded the letter that she had been reading. Then she slipped it into its waiting envelope. She was holding the flap down with careful patience, because she told herself if she could just cover up that one sentence, she could think. And for her, it was necessary to think, and to think quickly – very quickly, because the words she had been trying to hide appeared to be oozing through the paper. It was standing out as plainly as if it had been traced there by a supernatural hand: “You are going to have to tell your husband…”