He reached out for her hands and held them so tightly that it hurt. "I
don't know why ... that's the hardest part. I don't remember anything
at all beyond the last few years."
Flip tried to make it seem unimportant--to say something, anything that
would make Paul relax. None of this was as serious as he thought--lots
of people had poor memories. Anyway it had nothing to do with their
friendship. "Paul," she began--but he was not listening. He was not
even conscious that she had spoken.
"I don't want to frighten you," Paul said, "but Flip I have to tell
you--I don't know who I am."