sat on the side of the bed and leaned over and kissed me. I pulled her down and kissed her and felt her heart beating.
"You sweet," I said. "Weren't you wonderful to come here?"
"It wasn't very hard. It may be hard to stay."
"You've got to stay," I said. "Oh, you're wonderful." I was crazy about her. I could not believe she was really there and held her tight to me.
"You mustn't," she said. "You're not well enough."
"Yes, I am. Come on."
"No. You're not strong enough."
"Yes. I am. Yes. Please."
"You do love me?"
"I really love you. I'm crazy about you. Come on please."
"Feel our hearts beating."
"I don't care about our hearts. I want you. I'm just mad about you."
"You really love me?"
"Don't keep on saying that. Come on. Please. Please, Catherine."
"All right but only for a minute."
"All right," I said. "Shut the door."
"You can't. You shouldn't."
"Come on. Don't talk. Please come on."
Catherine sat in a chair by the bed. The door was open into the hall. The wildness was gone and I felt finer than I had ever felt.
She asked, "Now do you believe I love you?"
"Oh, you're lovely," I said. "You've got to stay.
They can't send you away. I'm crazy in love with you."
