““The thing is,” I said, “that to be what I am, I need to feel the way I do about you. No matter how you feel about me.” “I feel good about you,” she said. “I do love you, you know.” “Yeah. But even if you didn’t. The way I feel about you is my problem, not yours. And it’s absolute. It can’t be compromised. It could exist without you.” “Dead or alive,” Susan said. In her face was that quality of serious amusement that so often invested her.””
