One time in the night I woke up and knew that Catherine was awake too. The moon was shining in the window and made shadows on the bed from the bars on the window-panes.
“Are you awake, sweetheart?”
“Yes. Can’t you sleep?”
“I just woke up thinking about how I was nearly crazy when I first met you. Do you remember?”
“You were just a little crazy.”
“I’m never that way any more. I’m grand now. You say grand so sweetly. Say grand.”
“Grand.”
“Oh, you’re sweet. And I’m not crazy now. I’m just very, very, very happy.”
“Go on to sleep,” I said.
“All right. Let’s go to sleep at exactly the same moment.”