“A long time, I think. I was a professor of Sociology then.”
“And what are you now?”
“Something more, I hope. And—Mona, I think we are taking the best part of Outland away with us.”
I agreed to that too, as we walked between the blue sprayed fountains of ceanothus, and felt the swing of the earth under us.
“Are you happy, Mona?”
“Yes. Though we have lost them, and I shall never walk alone in the wood again without hoping to find them. I am happy, but I do not know why.”
“And have you quite forgiven me?”
“For what, Herman? I have nothing to forgive you.”
“For not being more, seeing more in the first place—for such a number of things. Have you—quite?”
“Yes, quite.”