"I came over here."
"To ask me how to feel? Ye Gods! I recommended having your own feelings—and I thought you were catching on."
She was wearing a faintly rose-pink frock of some shiny, translucent material. You could see the garments beneath—you were supposed to see. There were two—and the lace hem of the lower one showed below the blush of her dress—as it was supposed to show. She looked like a kid.
"I've got too many feelings at once." She walked toward the window, where I could now see her only by leaning a little. "I almost called Rol this afternoon."
I said nothing.
"Did you hear me?"
"Yeah. Why didn't you?"
"Because I wanted to see Gwen again. Once more, anyway."
"Suppose she couldn't have come?"
"That's unkind of you!"