She began to cry again.
That's worse than slapping/ she said.
'Well, what did you say?5
'I don't know. I don't remember. I was so angry
and you hurt me so.'
'Well, it's all over, so why be bitter?'
'Oh, I don't want it to be over. But it is and
there's nothing to do now.'
'You'll have your rummy professor/
'Don't,' she said. 'Can't we just shut up and not
talk any more?'
Til sleep out here.'
'No. You can have the bed. You must. I'm
going out for a while.'
'Oh, don't go out.'
'I've got to,' he said.
'Good-bye,' she said, and he saw her face he
always loved so much, that crying never spoiled, and
her curly black hair, her small firm breasts under the
sweater forward against the edge of the table, and
he didn't see the rest of her that he'd loved so much
and thought he had pleased, but evidently hadn't
been any good to, that was all below the table, and
as he went out the door she was looking at him across
the table; and her chin was on her hands; and she