“The same as you.”
“Well. What of it?”
“We went down into the country, she and I and her friend.”
“I don’t want to know about that.”
“But I want to tell you.”
She stood by the table and her fingers drew patterns on the cloth.
“What is it you want to tell me?”
“I’m in love with her.”
Ann’s lips set in a hard line, and her eyes narrowed and her brows scowled.
“Did you come back to tell me that?”