‘But, Curtis,’ she protests, ‘we’re dead! We have to live without people all the time, and we don’t stop loving them, and they don’t stop loving us.’ ‘I said believes. No one actually needs another person or another person’s love to survive. Love, Lizzie, is when we have irrationally convinced ourselves that we do.’ ‘But, Curtis, doesn’t it have anything to do with being happy and making each other laugh and having fun times?’ ‘Oh, Lizzie.’ Curtis laughs. ‘If only it were so!’ ‘It’s very rude to laugh at a perfectly natural question,’ Liz says.
