“Yes.”
“You’re not a rat-wife writer then?”
“No.”
“You’re not a butterfly writer either?”
“Why not?”
“’Cause butterflies come from caterpillars, don’t they?”
“Yes,” Nielsen admitted and laughed again, although his emotions were threatening him, as before. “I forgot about the caterpillars.”
“Yes, I hate ’em,” she reminded him. “They’re too—too—”
“Fuzzy wuzzy!” he helped her.
“Yes,” she accepted and laughed for the first time, if not very heartily.