'So neither of you know what happened in there.'
'Boots died,' I said.
'But that's all you know.'
'All that matters,' I said.
We were in bed together with our clothes off. Susan was lying on top of me, her face maybe six inches from mine.
'Will you ever ask him?' she said.
'Probably not,' I said.
She nodded slowly, as if I had just confirmed a long-held suspicion of hers.
'Probably not,' she said.
She shifted a little, moving her hips.
'I'm having a little trouble concentrating,' I said.
'Really?'
'Aren't you going to ask me why?' I said.
'I believe I know,' she said, and kissed me hard.
I believe she did.
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