to dig below the surface of any story which he covered; just the same, Mel had seen enough of delegations and reporters for one evening.
As to whatever else it was that Freemantle and the Meadowood people were "cooking up down below," he would leave any worrying about that, Mel decided, to Lieutenant Ordway and his policemen.

5

When Mel turned, after closing the door of his office as the Tribune reporter left, Cindy was standing, pulling on her gloves. She remarked acidly, "Fifteen things happening, I betieve you said. Whatever the other fourteen are, I'm sure they'll all take priority over me."
"That was a figure of speech," Mel protested, "as you know perfectly well. I already said I'm sorry. I didn't know this was going to happen-at least, not all at once."
"But you love it, don't you? All of it. Much more than me, home, the children, a decent social life."
"Ah!" Mel said. "I wondered when you'd get to that." He stopped. "Oh, hell! Why are we fighting again? We settled everything, didn't we? There's no need to fight any more."
"No," Cindy said. She was suddenly subdued. "No, I suppose not." There was an uncertain silence. Mel broke it first. "Look, getting a divorce is a pretty big thing for both of us; for Roberta and Libby, too. If you've any doubts I Haven't we been over that already?"
"Yes; but if you want to, we'll go over it fifty times again."