What can I do? I said. “About what?” June said. She held my hand between us by the wrist and stared at it. About what you just told me, I said. About— She bent my fingers back so hard and sudden I knelt. “You can go ahead and fuck off if you ever bring it up again, Gurion. Especially in that whiney, desperate voice,” she said. “We cried and now it’s done so forget about it, or at least act like you have. I didn’t fall in love with you because you were cute. I didn’t fall in love with you because you were sensitive.”
