They always avoided the topic of what had happened that night, but something she said one day, years later, suggested that she remembered it differently than he did. Surprised, he didn't correct her.
He even began to wonder if he had imagined his version of events, but for all that it had happened in the blink of an eye, he wasn't likely to forget this. She had certainly passed out, as she believed, but not before turning to him with a serene smile and saying, "Wow."
It was better if she had lost that memory. Mere martyrdom, he could handle.
