Chapter Two Hundred
"Oh, a year....perhaps less. Depends whether I get this other job I have my eye on. You see, my boss says that....."
She did not hear the rest. She could only hear the voice of her own soul, and aunt Ann saying :
'Tomorrow you will live, you always cry. In what far country does tomorrow lie?'
A year... Perhaps less! Perhaps never. Tomorrow never comes. Tomorrow is too late because now I have Howard. I cannot wait for tomorrow. I have Howard.
"Jeremy!"
"Yes?"
"Last night I said I had something to tell you. Please lie down again. I can't talk to your back"
He lay down, his limbs inflexible, his lips set in a thin, stubborn line.
"Jeremy, do you remember the first weeks we spent together.. Here, in the flat? We... We were not very careful"
"Well, what about it? What's the use of bringing up things that happened so long ago?"
"Because In this instance, there have been prolonged results"