“Rodney, she does. It’s all over, like an illness. It’s you she cares for now.”
“Think so?”
“I’m sure of it.”
“I’m not.”
“You will be. You’ll see it. You’ll see it soon.”
He glanced at her under his bent brows.
“I don’t know,” he said, “that I want to see it. That isn’t what’s the matter with me. You don’t understand the situation. It isn’t all over. She’s only being good about it. She doesn’t care a rap about me. She can’t. And what’s more, I don’t want her to.”
“You—don’t—want her to?”
He burst out. “My God, I want nothing in this world but you. And I can’t have you. That’s what’s the matter with me.”