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calmer with each pass of his pale hand. “The man loves hippos,” he muttered. “He thinks they’re delightful. He let the bill through because he is an idiot.
When Adelia had applied the cabbage leaves—a scene Hero did not witness, as they chose instead to take their time getting dressed behind the silk screen—she seemed to brighten. “I don’t know if it’s working or not,” she said, “but they’re cold, at least.” “Aha,” Hero said, because there was not a single other thing they could think of to say.
“To be able to do the things that I do—it gives me more than bread, Carter. It gives me life. Just like this maudit star gives you life. I would never ask you to give this up for me, never. And if you think I’ll give up my life’s work just to marry you, you are not good enough for me.”
’E said all the right things, about respecting me and wanting to find a way that we can both ’ave our lives be what they are supposed to be, and ’ow ’e wasn’t thinking straight. So, I’ve decided to give ’im a chance to prove ’imself. I think that’s what love is—it’s not about forgiving or forgetting right away. It’s about deciding to give someone a chance to earn your forgiveness, eventually.”
