“Are you all right?” she asked me. “I’m happy,” I said, and truly meant it. “What did you ask him about?” She disentangled her hand from mine and wrapped the arm about my waist. “I didn’t ask him anything,” she said, looking up at me, bright eyes wide in her pale and lovely face. How had I ever thought her severe and unpleasant? She reached up and kissed my cheek. “I just wanted to thank him.” “For what?” “For you.”
