Old stories have a habit of being told and retold and changed. Each subsequent storyteller puts his or her mark upon it. Whatever truth the story once had is buried in bias and embellishment. The reasons do not matter as much as the story itself.

"I am already married," she remarks to the empty air, twisting the ring on her right hand that covers an sold, distinctive scar.

Trespassers Will Be Exsanguinated.

We cannot go backward,' Marco says. 'A great deal is not how it used to be.

We are two different people, Ethan. Just because you could never decide which one of us you were in love with does not make us interchangeable.

She turns her head, Bailey catches her eye, and she smiles at him. Not in the way that one smiles at a random member of the audience when one is in the middle of performing circus tricks with unusually talented kittens but in the way that one smiles when one recognizes someone they have not seen in some time.

How are you managing to keep everyone from aging?” Celia asks after a while. “Very carefully,” Marco answers.