‘There’s more to life than getting along,’ Vic said quickly.
‘It helps!’
They stared at each other.
‘You believe me, don’t you?’ Melinda said. ‘All right, Vic, I want the divorce. You asked me if I wanted it a couple of months ago. Remember?’
‘I remember.’
‘Well, does the offer still hold?’
‘I never go back on my word.’
‘Shall I start the proceedings?’
‘That’s customary. You can accuse me of adultery.’
She took a cigarette from the cocktail table and lighted it with an air of nonchalance. Then she turned and walked into her own room. A moment later she was back again. ‘How much alimony?’
‘I said a generous allowance. It’ll be generous.’
‘How much?’
He forced himself to think. ‘Fifteen thousand a year? You won’t have to support Trix on it.’
He could see her calculating. Fifteen thousand a year would mean he couldn’t print so many books a year, that he’d have to let Stephen go, or dock his salary, which Stephen would probably agree to.
For a whim of hers, Stephen and his family would have to go on short rations.
‘That sounds all right,’ she said finally.