“What did you mean, Dash?” “Which time? I hardly ever know what I mean.” “You always know what you mean.” It was one of the things about him she’d missed terribly when he’d gone. He always said what he thought. He always asked what he wondered. And he blazed right past small talk and into the heart of the matter, whether the matter be his undying love of marmalade, or the meaning of life as gleaned from his observance of the stars. But
