“But look at me, sweet. I want to ask you something.”
“Don’t make me, Frank, please. I can’t.”
“Oh yes, you can look at me.”
“No.”
She backed away as he took her hands, but came forward again, easily enough.
“Now look in my eyes.”
“I can’t.”
“See here.”
“I can’t. Don’t ask me. I’ll answer you, but don’t make me look at you.”
His hand stole to her cheek and fondled it. He petted her shoulder, and she leaned her head against him.