richard your face


He looked back over the valley. “Oh, Jane.”
“Oh, Jane, what?”
“He didn’t want me to, did you know? He told me not to try to get you to come to the table that night at Nino’s. I had to talk him into it. And then I made such an idiot of myself —” He turned back to her. “What are you thinking?”
She just looked at him. That I went out with the wrong boy. That I destroyed Adam tonight for no reason at all. That I am not sensible at all“I thought you were an asshole.”
Gallantly, he said, “Thank God for past tense.”