John sighs. ‘My friend, maybe you need to get out of your own way. You’re telling me you’re in the early stages of a relationship with a woman who is a delightful human being and where there’s great physical attraction.’ ‘No, no,’ I insist. ‘Not a relationship. God no.’ He blinks at me. ‘And why not?’ ‘Because… because it’s too early! Claire’s been dead, like, eighteen months. It’s so disrespectful to her memory if I even entertain the idea
