““It's just so strange...," she said. He couldn't tell from her voice whether she was sad or angry. "I can remember a time when you needed me for everything. You were just this little kitten, and you cried if I set you down even for a second. I don't know how I managed to ever take a shower or make dinner. I don't think I did. I was afraid to hold you too close to the stove.” Lincoln stared down at the eggs. He hated when she talked like this. It was like accidentally seeing her in her nightgown. “Why do you think I can remember that," she asked, "when you can't? Why does nature do that to us? How does that serve evolution? Those were the more important years of my life, and you can't even remember them. You can't understand why it's so hard for me to hand you off to someone else. You want me to act casual.””
