"We had not spoken about the incident in my room several nights before and, in the drowsy silence of the car, I felt the need to make things plain. "You know, Francis," I said. "What?" It seemed the best thing was just to come right out and say it. "You know," I said, "I'm really not attracted to you. I mean, not that--" "Isn't that interesting," he said coolly. "I'm really not attracted to you, either." "But--"