“It’s okay,” Murphy said very quietly. “I get it. Your perspective has changed.” I stared down at her for a moment. Then I said, “Not about some things.” “Relationship ambivalence from beyond the grave,” she said, her mouth turning up at the corners. “Perfect.” “Karrin,” I began. “Don’t,” she said, cutting me off. “Just…don’t. It doesn’t matter now, does it?” “Of course it matters.” “No,” she said. “You are not Patrick Swayze. I am not Demi Moore.” She touched a switch on the little box and it started ticking. “And this sure as hell isn’t pottery class.”
