She spent an afternoon staring at their front door. Waiting for someone? Yankel asked. What color is this? He stood very close to the door, letting the end of his nose touch the peephole. He licked the wood and joked, It certainly tastes like red. Yes, it is red, isn't it? Seems so. She buried her head in her hands. But couldn't it be just a bit more red?
Jonathan Safran FoerShe was with me. She did all of those things and so many more, things I would never tell anyone, and she never even loved me. Now thatโs love.
Jonathan Safran Foer