I waited while she ate a little and formulated.
"Phil, what would you think of me now if I were your wife?"
It was quite a one. It was the second really tough one she'd put to me. "What would you ask God if He came in?" was the other.
"I hope," I said, "that I'd cherish you more than ever."
"But you might not?"
"I leave room for the possibility. I don't know, after all."
"Why would you cherish me?"
"For at last being honest with yourself about yourself."
"Easy answer. Why might you not?"