In February, right, I remember.
Miss Orton:
I’ll ask him.
Fletcher:
Yes, ask him. Because I’d really like to get away.
Miss Orton:
Ummm. When do you think the case [Inaudible]
Fletcher:
In March sometime. No sooner than that. He’s got a new lawyer, you know.
Miss Orton:
Do you want some more of this?
Fletcher:
Just a little.
Miss Orton:
On the cracker or the toast?
Fletcher:
What did I have it on?
Miss Orton:
The cracker.
Fletcher:
Let me try the toast. Mmmm. Did you make this yourself?
Miss Orton:
No, I got it at the deli. What does that mean, a new lawyer?
Fletcher:
Nothing. He’ll be convicted anyway.
Miss Orton:
[Inaudible]
Fletcher:
Well.
Miss Orton:
You making another drink?
Fletcher:
I thought . . .
Miss Orton:
What time is the reservation?
Fletcher:
A quarter to eight.
Miss Orton:
Sure, there’s time.
Fletcher:
Do you want another one?
Miss Orton:
Just some ice. One ice cube.
Fletcher:
Okay: Is there any more [Inaudible]
Miss Orton:
Underneath. Did you look underneath?
Fletcher:
[Inaudible]
Miss Orton:
There should be some.
Fletcher:
Yeah, here it is.
Miss Orton:
Thank you.
Fletcher:
Because the trial’s going to take a lot out of me.
Miss Orton:
Ummmm.
Fletcher:
I’d like to rest up beforehand.
Miss Orton:
I’ll ask him.
Fletcher:
When do you see him again?
Miss Orton:
What’s today?
Fletcher:
Wednesday.
Miss Orton:
Tomorrow. I’ll ask him then.
Fletcher:
Will he know so far in advance?
Miss Orton:
Well, he’ll have some idea.
Fletcher:
Yes, if he can give you at least an approximation . . .
Miss Orton:
Sure, we can plan from there.
Fletcher:
Yes.
Miss Orton:
The trial will be . . . when did you say?
Fletcher:
March. I’m guessing. I think March.
Miss Orton:
How soon after the trial . . .
Fletcher:
I don’t know.
Miss Orton:
She’s dead, Gerry, I don’t see . . .
Fletcher:
Yes, but . . .
Miss Orton:
I don’t see any reason to wait, do you?
Fletcher:
No.
Miss Orton:
Then why don’t we decide?
Fletcher:
After the trial.
Miss Orton:
Decide after the . . . ?
Fletcher:
No, get married after the trial.
Miss Orton:
Yes. But shouldn’t we in the meantime . . .
Fletcher:
Have you read this?
Miss Orton:
What is it?
Fletcher:
This.
Miss Orton:
No. I don’t like his stuff.
Fletcher:
Then why’d you buy it?
Miss Orton:
I didn’t. Maria gave it to me for my birthday. What I was saying, Gerry, is that we ought to set a date now. A provisional date. Depending on when the trial is.
Fletcher:
Mmmm.
Miss Orton:
Allowing ourselves enough time, you know. It’ll probably be a long trial, don’t you think? Gerry?
Fletcher:
Mmmm?
Miss Orton:
Do you think it’ll be a long trial?
Fletcher:
What?
Miss Orton:
Gerry?
Fletcher:
Yes?
Miss Orton:
Where are you?
Fletcher:
I was just looking over some of these books.
Miss Orton:
Do you think you can tear yourself away? So we can discuss . . .
Fletcher:
Forgive me, darling.
Miss Orton:
. . . a matter of some small importance. Like our wedding.
Fletcher:
I’m sorry.
Miss Orton:
If the trial starts in March . . .
Fletcher:
It may or it may not. I told you I was only guessing.
Miss Orton:
Well, say it does start in March.
Fletcher:
If it starts in March . . .
Miss Orton:
How long could it run? At the outside?
Fletcher:
Not very long. A week?
Miss Orton:
I thought murder cases . . .
Fletcher:
Well, they have a confession, the boy’s admitted killing her. And there won’t be a parade of witnesses, they’ll probably call just me and the boy. If it runs longer than a week, I’ll be very much surprised.
Miss Orton:
Then if we planned on April . . .
Fletcher:
Unless they come up with something unexpected, of course.
Miss Orton:
Like what?
Fletcher:
Oh, I don’t know. They’ve got some pretty sharp people on this case.
Miss Orton:
In the district attorney’s office?
Fletcher:
Investigating it, I mean.
Miss Orton:
What’s there to investigate?
Fletcher:
There is always the possibility he didn’t do it.
Miss Orton:
Who?
Fletcher:
Corwin. The boy.
Miss Orton:
[Inaudible] a signed confession?
Fletcher:
I thought you didn’t want another one?
Miss Orton:
I’ve changed my mind. [Inaudible] the end of April?
Fletcher:
I guess that would be safe.
Miss Orton:
[Inaudible]
Fletcher:
No, this is fine, thanks.
Miss Orton:
[Inaudible] forget about getting away in February. That’s when they have hurricanes down there, anyway, isn’t it?
Fletcher:
September, I thought. Or October. Isn’t that the hurricane season?
Miss Orton:
Go after the trial instead. For our honeymoon.
Fletcher:
They may give me a rough time during the trial.
Miss Orton:
Why should they?
Fletcher:
One of the cops thinks I killed her.
Miss Orton:
You’re not serious.
Fletcher:
I am.
Miss Orton:
Who?
Fletcher:
A detective named Carella.
Miss Orton:
Why would he think that?
Fletcher:
Well, he probably knows about us by now . . .
Miss Orton:
How could he?
Fletcher:
He’s a very thorough cop. I have a great deal of admiration for him. I wonder if he realizes that.
Miss Orton:
Admiration!
Fletcher:
Yes.
Miss Orton:
Admiration for a man who suspects . . .
Fletcher:
He’d have a hell of a time proving anything, though.
Miss Orton:
Where’d he even get such an idea?
Fletcher:
Well, he knows I hated her.
Miss Orton:
How does he know?
Fletcher:
I told him.
Miss Orton:
What? Gerry, why the hell did you do that?
Fletcher:
