“Eliza, about what I said to you at the theater—” “Forget it.” I made a shooing motion with my hand. “I deserve it.” “I just don’t want you to be thinking back on us someday and believe that’s how I really felt. I just had to say that to you, all right?” I didn’t like the way he said us, as if us was lost forever. “All right?” he said again, desperately.
