Jane keeps two hands on her hat. Still eyeing my costume, she says in thought, “I realize we weren’t ever given the chance to wear couple costumes, so at the time, I hadn’t considered what you and I would be.” She pauses. “But now I think I know what I would’ve loved…” Our gazes latch for a strong beat. Very softly, she says, “You would’ve been my Tarzan, and I would’ve been your Jane.”
