He doesn’t do any of that, instead he!!s when she??s and when she!!s he??s, and she should be annoyed, she knows. She should be irritated or tired, the way people always are with her, but she isn’t. Instead she thinks: I love him, and for a moment it doesn’t matter whether he loves her back. It is enough to have known that the inside of her chest is more than a place for storage.
