Laughing, they shoo'd.
Bob let them from earshot. “I want to say how sorry I am about Friday night.”
“I have forgotten all that.”
“I want to know that you have forgiven me.”
“I tell you I have forgotten it.”
“That is not enough. You can't have forgotten it.” He took a seat beside her; repeated: “You can't have forgotten it. How can you have forgotten a thing that only happened three days ago?”
“In the sense that I have wiped it out—I do not choose to remember it.”
“Well, I remember it. I cannot forget it. I behaved very badly. I want to know that you forgive me.”
She told him: “Yes, then—oh yes, yes.” His persistence alarmed her, set her again to flight among her apprehensions.
“Not when you say it like that.”