“I was so sentimental about you I’d break any one’s heart for you. My, I was a damned fool. I broke my own heart, too. It’s broken and gone. Everything I believe in and everything I cared about I left for you because you were so wonderful and you loved me so much that love was all that mattered. Love was the greatest thing, wasn’t it?”
“It was the first time I had ever heard her laugh. I watched her face. “You are sweet,” she said. “No, I’m not.”
“Yes. You are a dear. I’d be glad to kiss you if you don’t mind.” I looked in her eyes and put my arm around her as I had before and kissed her. I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight. I was still angry and as I held her suddenly she shivered. I held her close against me and could feel her heart beating and her lips opened and her head went back against my hand and then she was crying on my shoulder. “Oh, darling,” she said. “You will be good to me, won’t you?
” What the hell, I thought. I stroked her hair and patted her shoulder.
She was crying.
“You will, won’t you?” She looked up at me. “Because we’re going to
have a strange life.””