“I didn’t even know what kind of martini I preferred at that age. What made me think I knew who I’d want to be with forever?” “Is that what marriage is to you?” Kade’s voice, for once, held no tinge of judgement. “Being with someone forever?” “I mean—that’s the idea, right? Why? Is it different for you and Bebe? More loosey-goosey?” Kade considered this for a moment. “I think it’s strange to define a good marriage as one in which two people stay together until they—what? Both die simultaneously? It’s a lot of pressure, not to mention statistically unlikely.”
