He said, "Have you told her?"
The woman sat on the bed. She seemed to sink slowly back upon it, clutching the garment, watching him, her face blanched.
Faulkner is one of my favorites.
Now, the tagging of five others could be a problem, seeing as I'm not sure they'd even notice, let alone respond (I don't have that many blogger connections). I could of course double-tag my fellow co-bloggers, but I can try and tag the crew at Centerfield (you post over there now, don't you, Max?, Shay over at Booker Rising, Jon Swift, the Walrus, and in the small chance she reads this, Althouse.