It wasn’t over the question of why he wasn’t spending more time looking for a job, or over the question of why he had resigned his old job without consulting her or why he not only didn’t want to talk about it, he didn’t even want to think about it, or over the question of the liquor bill, or even over the question of whether Molls and A Peculiar Passion were Classics or just plain trash. Because after the Winnebago incident she had gotten Ed to promise to quit drinking and stop the new subscription to Molls and spend at least four mornings a week on the job hunt.
No. The argument was over a silly little thing.
It was over a Betsy Bander.
That morning, ten days after their innocent telephone conversation on the subjects of vacuum cleaners and the relative merits of San Diego and Kirkland as places to live, Ed had received a follow-up letter from Ms. Bander. It dealt with the subject of vacuum cleaners, but she gave it a personal touch by enclosing an autographed photo of herself.