“You know . . .” he began to speak. “What?” “Nothing,” he said. “No, go on, tell me.” “You’re just such a fascinating girl. You’re this wide-open book in so many ways. Why do you do all this petulant ‘I’m an island’ stuff?” he asked. “I don’t realize I do it, it’s not a conscious affectation.” “You might not feel like you can have that, but you can. It can all be yours if you want it.”
