Make up with me." It was not so much what she said as the sweet tone of her voice and the nearness of her that made a tumult within me.

I felt the blood tingle to my face.
"Why should I make up with you ?" I queried in self defense.

"You are only flirting.

You won't--you can't ever be anything to me, really." Sally bent over me and I had not the nerve to look up.
"Never mind things--really," she replied.

"The future's far off.