““You know, there’s nothing you could tell me that would change my mind about you.” “That’s ‘cause you know me now, June. You don’t ever want to know about me then. I don’t want to know about me then.” “Think I would have ever ripped my back open on barbed wire to get away from you?” “No—no, Jesus, June. Are you crazy? I could never, I could never—” “Then I’m okay knowing you, whenever. I don’t care what you say—you’re a good guy. You’re the best kind of guy. The things you’ve done for me, I—” She couldn’t speak, then. The glow was almost completely gone—it would never return if she started bawling. “Hey, hey—okay. Okay, baby. It’s okay.””
