“Imagine two people,” Bardfield said. “One who has lost love in their life, taken by the hand of death. Another who thought he had real love, but found it was something less than what he had expected and hoped for. The two of them, bereft of love, and of the miracles of life. And then the unexpected happens.” “The moon turns to cheese?” Hannah ventured. “Well, I was thinking about the finding of love with each other, with the moon, in its waxing phases, representing the growing miracle of their affection. Not that the road to the love will be that smooth, mind you.”
