"Oh, no. Arthur's memory is fine." Not that she would've noticed, considering the gaps in her own. Now she wonders, suddenly, if she missed it and he's not well. But no, he would have told her. Wouldn't he?

She rubs her hands over her arms, suddenly chilled.

"I had...it was just an incident, a day or so, where I forgot back to their divorce," she admits, even though she hasn't told anyone. She supposes she can play it off as just the one or two days. "And then recovering it, I was forced to relive a rather unpleasant afternoon where I accused him of having a girlfriend." She lifts a hand. "Relive isn't exactly the right word. Recall vividly."