“I don’t want you or Madden to think I’m dumb, or....”
“I don’t think you’re dumb at all.”
They turned up the field again towards the fire.
“Gin,” he asked, “do you think that any other three people ever had a better time?”
“That’s what I was wondering. I don’t see how they could, the way most of them live.”
He sighed. “I wonder if we’ll go on feeling like this. Sometimes I’m afraid.”
“Afraid of what? Of course lots of things could happen. We might have an accident, or perhaps....”
“That isn’t what I mean. I’m not sure what I do mean. But—well, if one of us should die it would be terrible, but that isn’t the most dangerous thing.”
“What is it, then?” She was whispering now, standing near the fire. Teddy was still snoring.
“People change so. You might change, Gin. Even I....”