“I know I’m supposed to issue a vaguely ‘You go, girl’ cheer, but maybe the answer is you would give that stuff up for something bigger.” “Like what?” “Love? Love that is not quantifiable in list format? Love for someone who doesn’t have the same flexibility in life that you do?” “But I’m post-love. And Max is . . .” Devastated? “Right.” Leo’s voice had lost its edge but had taken on a totally blank tone, which was somehow more upsetting than the exaggerated patience of a moment ago. “I gotta go. It’s one a.m. I’ll talk to you later.” He hung up on her.
