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
