He added, “She’s good for you, I think.” “Good?” A heavy thud in her chest as she said this. Images from last night, quick and terrible and overlit. “What do you mean, good?” Hendrik was amused by her anger, said, “She’s loosened you. It’s nice.” Isabel could only look at him. Could only widen her eyes, a baffled breath, and Hendrik continued, “You danced last night, now you’re coming for a swim. Who would’ve thought!”
