Ernest Hemingway 3

Part 3 “I think it’s the best thing to do. But I don’t want you to do it if you don’t really want to.“ “And if I do it you’ll be happy and things will be like they were and you’ll love me?“ “I love you now. You know I love you.“ “I know. But if I do it, then it will be nice again if I say things are like white elephants, and you’ll like it?“ “I’ll love it. I love it now but I just can’t think about it. You know how I get when I worry.“ “If I do it you won’t ever worry?“ “ I won’t worry about that because it’s perfectly simple.“ “Then I’ll do it. Because I don’t care about me.“ “What do you mean?“ “ I don’t care about me.“ “Well, I care about you.“ “Oh, yes. But I don’t care about me. And I’ll do it and then everything will be fine.“ “ I don’t want you to do it if you feel that way.“ The girl stood up and walked to the end of the station. Across, on the other side, were fields of grain and trees along the banks of the Ebro. Far away, beyond the river, were mountains. The shadow of a cloud moved across the field of grain and she saw the river through the trees. “And we could have all this,“ she said. “And we could have everything and every day we make it more impossible.“ “What did you say?“ “I said we could have everything.“ “We can have everything.“ “No, we can’t.“ “We can have the whole world.“ “No, we can’t.“ “We can go everywhere.“ “No, we can’t. It isn’t ours any more.“ “It’s ours.“ “No, it isn’t. And once they take it away, you never get it back.“ “But they haven’t taken it away.“ “We’ll wait and see.“ “Come on back in the shade,“ he said. “You mustn’t feel that way.“ “I don’t feel any way,“ the girl said. “I just know things.“ “ I don’t want you to do anything that you don’t want to do—“ “Nor that isn’t good for me,“ she said. “I know. Could we have another beer?“ “All right. But you’ve got to realize—“ “I realize,“ the girl said. “Can’t we maybe stop talking?“ To be continued...