I look him over. He seems like he really wants to know. And why shouldn’t I marry him on Monday? I’ve never been one for planning anything. I don’t understand why people wait so long after already deciding to be together. And besides, after two years of traveling, I’ve gotten pretty good at knowing exactly what I want. This is awful fast, the voice of reason warns. But I tell the voice of reason to suck it. Sometimes one beetle recognizes another, and it doesn’t matter if it’s been five minutes or five years. And this Jack . . . I love him.
