“Sammy,” Joe said. “I don’t know if this is the right thing to say, or what the right way to say it is. But—thank you.” “For what?” “I know what you did. I know how it cost you something. I don’t deserve to have a friend like you.” “Well, I wish I could say that I did it for you, Joe, because I’m such a good friend. But the truth is that, at that moment, I was as scared as Rosa. I married her because I didn’t want to, well, to be a fairy. Which, actually, I guess I am. Maybe you never knew.” “Sort of a little bit, maybe I knew.” “It’s that simple.”
