"I knew we were in trouble," she said. "What happened?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"To that relationship, when you were—receiving."
"Oh," he said. "I changed. Yi! What time is it?"
"Getting on for three."
"Baby, I've got to run. I hate to." He was already dressing.
"I know," she said.
He was gaining speed. Deweys was his only hope. He had to get there and get Suzanne to the back of his mind before he could go home. The quilt stopped him.
"Suzanne." She came naked into the living room. "This quilt is special." He thought. "It's because you are . . . And I don't mean just because you're twenty-seven and gorgeous. How did you do it?"
"I follow my heart, that's all." She looked at the quilt. "It needs a lot of work."