“Getting to know each other.” She said it flatly. “Ray, you barely know me and you’ve had years.” The kitchen went quiet. He absorbed that the way he’d learned to absorb things from her — without flinching, without retreating. “That’s not the same conversation,” he said. “Isn’t it?” She looked at him steadily.
“You’re telling me to slow down, to be careful, to think about this properly. When did you ever apply any of that to me? When did you ever actually stop and think about what I needed?” She put the mug down. ” Samuel sees me. He pays attention.