“Yes, that’s our quarrel,” he said.
“What?”
He spoke with a sudden anger, only half repressed.
“You won’t help me. You never have. You tell me lies....”
“Felix!”
“Yes, you do. And I—I believe you, because it is you who tell them. Lies about life.”
“What have I told you?”
“That I could be free. I was free, Rose-Ann. With Elva. For three days. That was quite enough. And that’s why I am not ashamed or sorry. I learned something from her that you refused to tell me.”
“What did you learn—from her?”
“That I don’t want freedom.”