“But you know what she is.” “Of course I know what she is. She’s a woman who loves me. She’s the woman I love. That’s what she is.” “And before you fell in love with her, what was she? You know some of what she had to do while undercover in Wye—you were one of her ‘assignments.’ How many others were there? Are you able to live with her past? With what she did in the name of duty? Now you can afford to be idealistic. But someday you will have your first quarrel with her—or your second or your nineteenth—and you’ll break down and say, ‘You wh——!’ ”
I did not peg Dors as a slut-shamer
