She looked at him squarely. “Can you say you feel about me as you have felt about her? About Grace?” He felt a twisting inside himself. Anger. Revulsion. He thought of the bracelet, the two broken pieces of it in his pocket. “No,” he said, almost savagely. “I do not feel about you at all as I feel about Grace. How I ever felt about Grace.” Only when she looked as if he had slapped her did he realize what he had said.
I am going to SCREAM.
