“Why?” he cried. “What’s so despicable? I wanted us to have a good time. I didn’t think we would if you knew we weren’t going back together. So what’s so terrible? We had a lovely time, didn’t we?” “You manipulated me. You held back information. Decided on your own it was more important we have a good time than that I know everything there was to know. The situation was more important to you than I was.” “That’s not true,” he said.
