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These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger that he will plunge through. Now he hears the ice creak beneath him, and so intense and panicking is the sensation that he has to stand for a moment, press his hands to his face and catch his breath.

He wonders if he still might tell her that he loves her or, more tentatively, that he 'thinks he might be in love with her', which is both more touching and easier to back out of.

She was discovering once again that reading and writing were not the same - you could't just soak it up then squeeze it out again.

She shouldn't speak her thoughts; nothing good ever came of speaking your thoughts.

She used to pride herself on her refusal to see two sides of an argument, but increasingly she accepts that issues are more ambiguous and complicated than she once thought.

She drinks pints of coffee and writes little observations and ideas for stories with her best fountain pen on the linen-white pages of expensive notebooks. Sometimes, when it's going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationery.

"She no longer believed that a situation could be made better by writing a poem about it."

Dexter didn't like to think of himself as vain, but there were definitely times when he wished there was someone on hand to take his photograph