“And for having security escort you out of the building.”
“Hmm.”
“It was wrong of me.”
“It was,” she agreed.
“I’m sorry it caused you humiliation and pain.” An edge of des-peration started to creep into his voice.
“Are you?”
“Yes. You believe me, don’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“Come on, Camile . . . I’m really sorry. It was a shitty thing to do, and I’ve regretted it ever since.”
She thought about it, savoring the moment a little longer.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“That one has been struck off the list.”
“Wait a second. How long is this list?”
“It varies. Items get added and removed all the time. Now can we finish this puzzle, please?” The rest of the morning and part of the afternoon was spent on the floor together, amicably arguing over every single answer. Camile couldn’t remember the last tim
