Does it sound crazy to say I looked at her and saw the world falling into some kind of order that I didn’t even know it was out of? She had a flash in her eyes—a spark of something solid and deep. All these years later, I still don’t know how to talk about what I saw. But it moved from her eyes down around her cheekbones and on over her lips. Even in the bone straight of her back, you could see it. I wanted it with me, that thing she had inside her that I still can’t explain. I wanted it—and Sabe—to always be with me.
