"I--I don't care about mine. I didn't have much of anything in it."
"I feel the same way," I said. "Would it be all right if we didn't
bother to report it?"
"Well," the policeman said, "I can't _make_ you report it."
"I'd rather not then," Julia said. She turned to me. "I'd like some
air. Can't we walk a little?"
"Sure," I said.
We started down the street, her arm in mine, as the air began to fill
with the distant sounds of sirens.