Helene

Helene had said the same thing but in different words.

Now he was sure Helene wasn't being open with him.

The woman who opened the door couldn't have looked less like Helene.

He might see the value of Helene's marriage and find the right girl for himself.

Well you'd better not let Helene catch you just talking to him.

Helene's apartment was at the end of a long hall.

Then Helene found herself at the head of the stairs, looking down.

Usually, Helene left the house at five o'clock and did not return until the next day.

Because Helene turned north, the hurricane was moved away from any land areas.

I did not ask him how it was that he already knew all about Helene's fit.

The cause of death was a stroke, said his wife, Helene.

"It might be better to talk to the police," returned Helene.

Gently, he took Helene's arm and turned her toward the other room.

I've got to go and see Helene about her biography.

"I cannot even begin to imagine what you mean, Helene."

In a way, it was even more startling to Helene.

The first of Helene's three partners came to claim her.

The call was answered on the second ring by Helene.

She and Helene moved back to the far side of the street, gave each other a swift look.

Even if the divorce takes a year, Helene is willing to wait.

Helene said she hadn't, but would do so before starting out to meet Dwight.

He asked for the combination of the office safe and Helene gave it.

He could hear her and Helene coming up the stairs together, laughing.

She was simply a body in his bed, a woman who he could use to forget Helene for a few brief hours.

All evidence of change disappeared from Helene's features, and she slowly sat back down.