“Living or dead, I am yours, that I swear.”
“But I don't want you dead. I want the feel of you. I want your hands, your face. I want you.”
“Betty, Betty,” he said softly. “Listen, for there is no word in the world that means so much as just your name.”
“Except yours.”
“No interruptions, this is martial law. Dear, dearest, darling, are all empty sounds; but when I say 'Betty,' it is full of life.”
“Say it again, then.”
“Betty, do you love me?”
“Ask: 'Betty, is the sun shining?'”
“It always shines about you.”
“Because my hair is red?”