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asleep or was pretending she had. And then he lay
beside her in bed until the time when he could reasonably
get up.
He was busy baking by the time she appeared, and
guests began trickling in for breakfast soon thereafter.
Right after breakfast, Fiona went back to his room to pack.
Once she was done, he pulled her suitcase to the
porch steps, then carried it across the now-slushy ground
to her car, heaving it into her trunk once she opened it.
She faced him. “John…”
“Drive carefully. It can be slippery when it’s melting
like this.”
“Why won’t you listen to me?” she asked, with what
sounded like despair.
If she’d just go. Not insist on rehashing why he had
been so foolish as to believe for a second they could
have a future.
Stolidly he said, “I listened.”
“Then you didn’t hear. I came because I was falling in
love with you, too. I gave myself to you because I was.”
Yes. That’s why he’d believed what he had.
“If…if this was the life you loved, the life you’d
chosen, then I would give serious thought to how I
could combine mine with yours. But we both know it
isn’t. You have to be intellectually restless…”
Now, he didn’t want to hear.
“We both know you’re temperamentally unsuited to
a service job…”
“Thanks for noticing that I’m surly.”
“I feel like I’m talking to one of my students!” she
said with exasperation.