Chapter XIV
“PLEASE don’t be bad,” she said, pulling the blanket over them both. “Please drink a glass of this with me. You know you’ve been hurt.”
“Exactly,” the Colonel said. “Let’s forget it.”
“All right,” she said. “I learned that word, or those two words from you. We have forgotten it.”
“Why do you like the hand?” the Colonel asked, placing it where he should.
“Please don’t pretend to be stupid, and please let’s not think of anything, or anything, or anything.”
“I am stupid,” the Colonel said. “But I won’t think of anything or anything nor of nothing nor of his brother, tomorrow.”
“Please be good and kind.”
“I will be. And I will tell you, now, a military secret Top Secret equals British Most Secret. I love you.”
“That’s nice,” she said. “And you put it nicely.”
