“Here I made this for you. ‘Twas finished weeks ago. I should have known better than to expect your attentions when you had no further need of me.” She thrust a scrap of cloth at him. “Here.” He took it. It was a handkerchief, embroidered with the Montague crest. “Thanks.” “You’re welcome. Go choke on it.”

“Here I made this for you. ‘Twas finished weeks ago. I should have known better than to expect your attentions when you had no further need of me.” She thrust a scrap of cloth at him. “Here.” He took it. It was a handkerchief, embroidered with the Montague crest. “Thanks.” “You’re welcome. Go choke on it.”

— Melinda Taub