“These stories,” she said. “Your desire to treat people well. Is that what kept you from … taking me on any of those nights when I first came into the room?” From taking you? I do not understand. Siri blushed, hair turning red to match. “I mean, why did you just sit there?” Because I did not know what else to do, he said. I knew that we need to have a child. So I sat and waited for it to happen. We must be doing something wrong, for no child has come.
