She stretched up and kissed his neck. “We just had the wrong idea about each other,” she said. “It’s nobody’s fault that we’re incompatible.” “Well, soon we’ll be in Manhattan, and it’ll be all over. You’ll never have to see me again.” He hoped she would dispute this, but she didn’t. They continued to talk in the car, about the nature of time, their parents and the injustice of racism.
