"Someone I liked well enough as a friend, just not enough to wear his ring," she said. And what a hideous ring he'd picked out, too. "So seeing you wearing a ring and yet being so blunt about the inutility of marriage -- I don't know. It strikes a chord, maybe." Hit a bruise, more like. "Don't you wonder whose ring it is you're wearing, ever? You say you don't remember ... but do you ever wonder why you don't remember?"

Thinking of Bunny, and Obliviation, the fingers of her free hand clenched involuntarily into the beginning of a fist.