“Oh my God, Mimi, I love you, too, you know I love you,” he says. “You are the ocean and the seagulls. Also, the sky. And probably the kelp and all the grains of sand, too. I don’t know what in the hell is going on with the fabric of the universe, that suddenly you appear right here today when I wasn’t even scheduled to be here, and I was pretty sure you weren’t coming back ever, but whatever. Is it that skirt? Who knows?”
