“I wouldn’t if I thought he was trying to be cruel to me. In some ways I…I kind of wish he was. Then I could hate him. Instead of…” I put a hand to my chest, which was ridiculously melodramatic, but I was half convinced my poor, ragged little heart was going to bleed right out of me. “Feeling like this.” George was quiet for a moment or two. Then, “The bad will fade in time. And you’ll never forget the good.” “How do you know?” “Because, poppet”—she gave me one of her wryest looks—“I’ve been there, done that.”
