"Well." He gave her a curious, sidelong little look, dumping too many tealeaves into the pot. "I haven't got any past experience. If you have, I guess you'll know well enough. - But why wouldn't he?" Which was perhaps an odd question to ask one's sister, but it was a genuine inquiry, intended more to discover exactly what had gone wrong than whether it could go right again. He understood - plenty well - that there were some people you just didn't stick with for more than a night. But you didn't get too bent out of shape about those, either, did you?