Chapter 22

Was Marc pretending? I asked myself after returning to our apartment or was he merely blocking out certain memories because he preferred not to remember them? It was impossible, I admitted reluctantly that he was hoping that he could Wipeout the past. He might believe that if he could get me to see him often enough, I would gradually forget what had happened. And it was coming through just like he wanted. Wasn't I getting a little soft-hearted towards him? I thought admitting it myself. I must remind myself of the anger that I had for Marc and it shot up like Mercury inside me. If he was pretending he was a lying swine, I thought furiously. I told myself the tenth time that day that I will not go and visit him I would stay away from him from now on and tell Cathy that the game was over. But in the end, I went ridiculing myself for my weakness arguing with myself every inch of the way to the hospital. Even as I stood outside his room I hesitated. I was several hours late from the time