“When I…if I look at him now, like I looked at him then, I don’t see much the same, Saint. And I know he won’t…and for you I want everything. And I can’t be sorry for that.” “It’s not fair,” Saint said, sudden, abrupt. She did not want to cry and tried with all she had. “I notice pebbles and things he might like. But he doesn’t like them anymore.”
