“And you’re telling me this because…?” She stared at me starkly as if she couldn’t believe I hadn’t guessed already. “Because I’m always thinking of you. Because I think of you every day, all the time. As I know you think of me every day, all the time. Don’t bother denying it. I just know. Which is why I’m so happy to find you here tonight. Maybe because I needed to see you again and just spill it all out for once. And the irony is”—she caught her breath—“there’s nothing either I or you can do about it. So there. And please don’t pretend you’re any different—with or without your Manfred.”
