She says to the doctor that it isn’t so bad that it isn’t so bad as she has heard other people have told her, that it isn’t as bad as he thinks it is, as bad as other people have told him, she should know, she knows when it’s bad and it isn’t this time she swears it on her grave, and the doctor tells her that he doesn’t want to be the one to tell her I told you so, putting flowers on her grave, she says that it isn’t like, that she would tell him if it was she could tell if it was that bad which it isn’t because if it was he’d be able to tell without asking her, and she’d know it if it was that bad, which it wasn’t and he’d know and they wouldn’t have to say anything about it, but it isn’t that bad so she could put her clothes back on, forget about it like he did when it happened, and the doctor says that it isn’t as easy as that and she says, yes it is, forgetting is the easiest thing to do in the world she says to the doctor and her pants are on and she’s out the door like she hadn’t said anything at all, which she swears she had nothing to say about it to begin with. Really, there’s nothing to tell.