“You can’t still love him, after what has happened!”
“I don’t know,” said Jill unhappily.
The words seemed to bewilder Wally as much as they had bewildered Freddie.
“You don’t know!”
Jill shut her eyes tight. Wally quivered. It was a trick she had had as a child. In perplexity, she had always screwed up her eyes just like that, as if to shut herself up in herself.
“Don’t talk for a minute, Wally,” she said. “I want to think.”
Her eyes opened.
“It’s like this,” she said. He had seen her look at him exactly the same way a hundred times. “I don’t suppose I can make you understand, but this is how it is. Suppose you had a room, and it was full of things. Furniture. And there wasn’t any space left. You—you couldn’t put anything else in till you had taken all that out, could you? It might not be worth anything, but it would still be there taking up all the room.”
Wally nodded.
“Yes,” he said. “I see.”