You and I are joined as one—trusted and indivisible unto death.” “Married?” I said. “Marriage is for hopeless romantics,” she said. “What we have is bigger than that.” “Love?” “Nope. Love fades, and entanglements of emotion lead to irrationality of decision. We have a bond of mutual trust and understanding, forged in the furnace of shared jeopardy.” “Oh,” I said. I must have sounded disappointed, for Jane asked: “Why, would it help our relationship if I told you I loved you?” “Not so much now you’ve diluted it with preamble.”
