"When you get to the end, then you decide. But you have to get to the end. You have to know how it will turn out."
"Because?" I said.
"Because it's how you are," Susan said.
"Which is?"
"Weird," Hawk said.
I looked at Susan. "More or less," she said.
I drank some beer. Hawk poured some more champagne for himself and Susan. Pearl lapped some champagne out of Susan's glass and shook her head and sneezed.
"Now that we've settled that," I said, "maybe we could return to the subject of pulling out."
Susan looked at me and smiled her wonderfulness-with-a-touch-of-evil smile.
"Or perhaps, later on, the reverse," she said.
The End