The Rules Of Silence (39 page)

There was a dribble of wine left in Burden’s glass, and he drained it into his mouth. Carefully he put the glass on the tablecloth, smoothing a wrinkle with its wafer-thin base. He looked at Titus.

“For you and Rita, yes, it’s over. You need to let it go, make peace with it.”

“What about you? ”Titus asked.

Burden seemed to consider something and then rejected it.

“History never knew about it, ”he said, “and silence keeps its own counsel.”