“That’s the one,” I decide. “Rio—” “Hal, I don’t really know what the hell I’m looking at here, but you do. And you know I’ve always loved your style, so this really isn’t all that hard of a decision. If you want that one, then I do too.” “Rio,” she sighs. I prepare myself for her to tell me something to the effect of “stop designing your house with me in mind” or “stop trying to dig up old memories.” But what she says instead is, “This could’ve been an email.”
