Wanda gave River an uncertain smile, pretty sure they weren't talking about forgiving the same thing, but thinking that anything that could be laughed at, at this point in the conversation, couldn't be that bad a thing.
"Or not," she agreed.
She gathered up her box and stood up as well. "I think it is all okay between us," she said. "Thank you for not telling. I do not tell secrets either."
She glanced at the box, her mind still full with the whirl of thoughts about secrets and repercussions and questions that this conversation had raised, though her manner was calm and unrevealing. "Good bye," she said, with a final nod of farewell, and walked away from River down the street. And good luck, she added silently. She couldn't resist the impulse to keep a strand of attention on her sense of River, a bit like glancing back without the physical turning, like listening to a distant tune, until it she was far away and it faded into the background.