" I couldn’t think of any reason except the truth, which would only make him yell, or worse, laugh at me. It was humiliating, because he was right. It was silly, after all, losing myself in some pulp romance. Life wasn’t like that, not really. It was just that I needed a small break from my life sometimes. But how could I tell Robert that, and hurt his feelings? "

― Bobby Underwood , No Holiday From Murder