[In a way, David simply did not want to be alone with his own thoughts... or worry about burdening his children with them. The business deal... It's a convenient excuse.]

Abigail-- [He stops. Blinks. Shakes his head.

That's not right. His wife's name is...]

--Gwen and I were discussing it over dinner. She mentioned... [What was it? He'd known a moment ago, but now the conversation was foggy.

He shut his eyes, trying to think.]

--God help me. I'm more tired than I thought. All this way, and... I can't remember a damn word of what she said.