“You asked me once when I knew that he was for me, and I told you that I had always known. But that wasn’t true, and I knew it even as I said it – I said it because it sounded pretty, like something someone might say in a book or a movie, and because we were both feeling so wretched, and helpless, and because I thought if I said it, we both might feel better about the situation before us, he situation we perhaps had been capable of preventing – perhaps not – but at any rate hadn’t.”
