Returning to his room, Hank Clegg threw up his hands in exasperation, "My second brother claimed he had something else to attend to, so he left."
"Oh, I see," Victoria confessed her slight disappointment, "I hadn't had the chance to thank him."
"Don't worry about it, my second brother wouldn't mind," claimed Hank Clegg, sitting next to Victoria and gently placing his arm around her shoulders. "He never expects anything in return. Even if you did thank him, he might not even acknowledge it."
Victoria straightened her posture and stood.
"I will change my clothes first. Could you please leave the room?"
...
Downstairs, Hank Clegg walked as far as the corner of Main Street before finally halting his steps.
He could no longer feel his own heartbeat—
Victoria Talkington... had long forgotten him.
Actually, he had already started to suspect it, hadn't he?
Hank Clegg gave a bitter smile, after all, how could she not remember her first time?
He simply hadn't wanted to confirm it.
