fits of nervous laughter. Especially since I couldn’t help remembering a similar situation. It occurred at the beginning of our affair when, in my eagerness to get things rolling, when the thought of sleeping with someone occupied the entire area of my brain, not to say my body, twenty-four hours a day, I had said to him, it just sort of slipped out: “I am not going to bed with you tonight, you know,” and Teddy had replied in honest bewilderment, “I was thinking of asking you, but I haven’t yet” I have this awful tendency to jump the gun.
