“Are you in love?” He eyeballed me. Such a direct question could go either way; he didn’t always want to talk about things like this. But he was in love of course, he glowed in that peculiarly introverted way at any mention of her and probably wanted to talk about her all the time, at least if he was like me he would, and he was. “Yes, basically,” he said. “That’s what it boils down to! To so few words! To one word, in fact!”
