“But you sold them out in the end,” I said. “Why? Why did you take that risk?”
She looked away. “I wouldn’t rail-road anyone into murder,” she said. “Besides, I said I was on your side, remember?”
“I remember,” I said, “but you were in a jam. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you had played with them.”
“Well, I didn’t,” she said.
I turned her face so I could see her.
“I could go for you,” I said.
She slid her arms round my neck and pulled my head down. “I’ve gone for you,” she said, her lips against my neck. “I don’t care. I can’t keep it to myself. I wouldn’t let them hurt you.”
We played around for a while: loving her wasn’t hard work.
“Now I wonder what I’m going to do with you?” I said, after the Camembert moon had moved around to our left.
“Do?” She sat up, her eyes scared. “What should you do?”