“I mean,” he says, “that I don’t think you have any idea what it is like to be married to someone like you.” “Like me?” “Someone who knows everything about you, before you even know it yourself. Someone who can just look at you and divine your deepest secrets, just with a glance. Someone who can tell what you are about to say—and what you might not—before you say it. It is,” he says, “both a joy and a curse.”
