“I’ll agree on one condition,” I said.
She looked suspicious, “What condition?”
“You return to Myra, give up your body and I’ll marry you both.”
“No,” she said, getting off my knee. “I want to have a body of my own.”
“But, you’ll never really be happy,” I urged, feeling that I was persuading her. “It’s the only way you’ll ever get me. If you can’t share me with Myra then I’m through with you.”
She began to pace up and down. “You don’t understand what this means to me. As I am now, I can do what I like, go where I like and love whom I like.”
“And where’s it getting you?” I asked. “Can’t you see it’s the only possible way out? Ask yourself, have you been happy? You’re only half yourself. Myra has all the good qualities. If you go back to her you’ll be complete and you’ll have me.”
She stopped pacing and stared at me. “You devil,” she said, “I hadn’t thought of it like that. You’re right. I have missed Myra. I’ve missed tempting her to do the wrong things. I’ve missed fighting with her. I guess I’m being a sucker, but I’ll do it, if she’ll have me back.”
“I warn you,” I said, “you’re going to behave. No more stealing. I’ll be around to keep you in order.”
“I’ll do it—for no other man in the world but you,” she said, and picking up the knife she cut me free.