Trying to make the point, I asked him: “Did you ever have a friend that you used to like a lot and then stopped liking so much?” “Yes,” he agreed reluctantly, searching his memory. “Well, that’s the way your mother and I feel about each other. We don’t love each other anymore, and we never will again. We’ll never get married to each other again.” He looked up at me, nodding agreement, and then, having the last word, concluded the discussion: “You might!”
