But I was not going to keep silent. “He loves you, but doesn’t leave his wife, does he? Bastard.” She kept her head down for a few minutes and then said: “Maybe it’s his cowardice that makes me love him. Sometimes, love and sympathy are two sides of an issue, and sometimes they’re different. For me, what I’m badly in need of is love and that will do.”
I felt bitter. I was both angry and sympathetic. Usually, she was a practical woman, but now she had become so credulous and romantic.