“This is . . . very generous of you, and it sounds wonderful, but . . .” She looks up at me again. “You don’t even know me.” “Well, Raine, you seem like an easy person to know.” And that’s the thing, isn’t it? She doesn’t feel like a stranger at all. It’s as if all of her is right there on the surface. Like if you wanted to know something about her, all you’d have to do is ask.
