“Yes.”

“You know what I mean?”

“Sure!”

He studied her. “Then why do you treat me this way—now?”

She tried bold and bashful glances, turned her head a little and said enigmatically “Just because.”

“Just because what?”

“Just because.”

He shook his head, but his ever-ready laugh came to his assistance. “Then you’re not sore?”

“No.”

“Sure?”