I don’t want you to stop, Dominic had said. Even if I should say I do. And Richard had stared at him as he would at some monstrous thing and said, But I love you. How could I hurt you? How could you ask me to? Dominic had had broken bones that had hurt less. And one forgot the reality of pain once the bones healed. He had a superb memory, and he did not forget words.
