Page 111 of Last Summer

Ella:

Yes. How did you put it? Guilt. It’s the devil.

Amira:

Mm-hmm. It is. Do you wish you could forget that you told your husband the baby isn’t his?

Ella:

No. Not that. The opposite.

[Pause]

Amira:

[Gasp] You want to forget that the baby isn’t your husband’s.

Ella:

Yes.

Amira:

[Low laughter] My, oh my. That is something.

Ella: