“I…” Now she turned her head, stared at Eve. “I’m wearing Leonardo to the Oscars?” “Why do people say that? You’re not draping a big Leonardo all over you. Christ. Jesus Christ, if you cry the deal’s off.” The tears came anyway. “I have to. Just for a minute. I know it’d be like torture for you. But for me? It’s like this amazing dream. I’m not even going to say I wish you were coming because, torture. That’s how much this means to me.” “If it means so damn much, why didn’t you say so before?”
