"It'll grow again."
"Not for another three years. And I believe I hear your mother coming back."
His chin dropped to his chest again. He brooded morosely. Presently Catty came in with the coffee.
The next day he was gone.
VI.
"It seems to me," her mother said, "you only care for him when he isn't there."
He had come again, twice, in July, in August. Each time her mother had said, "Are you sure you want him to come again? You know you weren't very happy the last time." And she had answered, "I know I'm going to be this time."
"You see," she said, "when he isn't there you remember, and when he is there he makes you forget."
"Forget what?"
"What it used to feel like."