The days that followed were pure hell for Anne。 After tears； came
selfrecrimination。 She had been naive； she had been irresponsible； she
had been wanton。 She should never have returned to the cabin after the
first week。 She shouldn't even have stayed there then。
Self…recrimination gave way to anger； and she railed on at Mitch for a
while。 She didn't understand how a person could do what he did。 And he
kept calling her！ She cringed each time the phone rang and answered only
to avoid visits from her family。 When it was Mitch； she hung up。
Her seclusion was more total than it had been after Jeff's death；
because no one； but no one； knew about Mitch and her。 If her parents
sensed that her reaction to the deposition was extreme； they attributed
it to the final pain of losing Jeff。 She let them believe that； rather
than having to tell them what a fool she'd been。
She couldn't begin to think of the future。 Once again； it was a
frightening void。 Each day was a challenge。 Her only hope was in wiping
Mitch from her mind； and it was easier here in New York。 They hadn't
spent time together here。 There were no memories of him here； other than
of the deposition； but； there； he hadn't been the man she loved。
On occasion she thought of Vermont。 Spring would be ing there。 She
would have liked to see the lilacs bloom and smell their fragrance。 So
there