““I missed him," she said finally. I put my hand over hers and sat down, pulling my chair closer. "I know," I said softly. "You came back from Florida feeling really good, and then you find out he's such a rat bastard that he—" "No," she said distractedly, interrupting me. "I missed him. All those Ensures, and not a one made contact. I have terrible aim." And then she sighed. "Even just one would have made it better. Somehow.””
