Anaya was not sure if she was dreaming or if Hearst actually kissed her. After he served breakfast, she asked, "Did you help me to the bedroom last night?"
Hearst pulled out the chair and sat down opposite her. "Yes."
Anaya asked, "Did I do anything improper to you?"
Hearst pushed a bowl of oatmeal in front of her.
His fingers were well-defined and pale.
"Which one are you referring to?"
Anaya was confused.
Which one?
Did she do a lot of improper things last night?
"Then, did you do anything to me?" asked Anaya.
Hearst scooped another bowl of oatmeal before replying, "Yes."
"What is it?"
Hearst glanced at her. "You should remember."
If she did not remember, she would not have asked.
"I don't."
"Don't you?"
Hearst had a smile on his face. Anaya felt that there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes.
She lowered her head and picked up the spoon, "Forget that I asked."