She stared at me hard. "Is it all clear?"
"Yes." I looked at her. Her long blond hair, her oval face, the slim white column that was her throat. "It's all clear. Like glass."
I poured myself a drink. I needed it. I was going to need a lot more.
"We won't be able to see each other for a long time," she said. She watched me drink. "We don't want to give our friends something to talk about."
"I won't like not seeing you."
She patted my face. I put down my drink, caged her slender hand in mine, and kissed her wrist. I saw the light blue veins criss-crossing under the delicate skin.
I brought her close to me. I kissed her warm lips. "Baby," I breathed. "Diane, baby."
"Paul, listen to me. We haven't much time."
"All right, sweet." I kissed her again.
"Come on. We can't afford to get there late."