"Isn't there anything you can do about it?"
"Oh, sure. There are procedures. Surgery."
"Then why don't you get it fixed?"
"It is complicated."
"Yes, but it's worth a try, isn't it? Wouldn't it be better to try to save it, so you could play again, rather than give up your livelihood?"
"It's not that simple."
"Why? People get things like that fixed all the time, don't they?
You're a champion. How can you just stop playing?"
"That's not what I mean. I don't want it to be like this."
She persisted. "I still don't understand. What's so complicated about your case?"
Abruptly he reined his horse to a halt and she brought her horse around. He was looking off into the hills. For all of his broadness and strength, his maleness, she saw that she had unknowingly struck a sensitive chord in him. "Jean-Pierre," she said, trying to catch his eye, "I didn't mean to upset you. If I have, I'm sorry."