My lunch came.
"I mean," I said, "a reaction to this reaction."
She considered that and her curls moved. "I doubt it. I'm—cured."
"Cured one way. Maybe you're going to suffer in another."
She seemed frightened for a bare moment. "I don't know," she finally said. "How can I tell?"
"Wait and see."
"If I suffer, I suffer," she finally said. And her eyes weren't alarmed.
"Good for you!"
"May I ask a question?"
"Shoot."