C161 The Truth of That Year.

"No, no, Mr. Murphy, you're still not well. I can manage on my own," Violet Hunt insisted, shaking her head in refusal.

Stanley Murphy's gaze fell, and after a brief pause, he reached for the car keys on the coffee table and handed them to her. "Take the car. Just return it when you can."

Violet hesitated briefly, realizing that hailing a cab might be difficult