"Why?"
"You know why."
"The contamination!" She laughed. "Your melodramatic devices don't frighten me."
"It's true. You'll die—! Come back!"
"To what?"
"We'll talk about it! Just come back!"
"What's so dangerous, Don, about my not accepting things here as they're supposed to be?"
His voice tightened. "Just stop, stop and come back!"
She didn't stop, didn't bother to answer. She circled the sandsled among the hills, skirting the rocky clefts with a reckless abandon she had never felt before, and her face was flushed as she leaned her head back and laughed.
"Madeleine!"