Cooking is the best way to unwind at the end of a long writing day. There's something mindless and hands-on about cooking, which makes it feel like the very opposite of writing, which is heady but inactive.

And while Luce dreamed below of the most glorious wings unfurling-the likes of which she'd never seen before-two angels in the rafters shook hands.

You have to stop loving me. Because I stopped loving you.

Daniel! Luce said. He looks-Different and also precisely the same? Bill asked.Yes.That's his soul you recognize. Regardless of how you two may look on the outside, you'll alwaysknow each other's souls.It hadn't occurred to Luce until now how remarkable it was that she recognized Daniel in every life.Her soul found his. That's ... beautiful.

Now lemme get this straight," she said in a throaty, nasal voice. "You put the lime in the cocanut and drink 'em both up--whoa, long faces. What am I interrupting?

Free will...it's all the rage these days

Shut up," Daniel said, but he said it softly and so tenderly that Luce suprised both of them by obeying. "I don't think you're stupid." He closed his eyes "I think you're the smartest person I know. And the kindest. And..." he swallowed, opening his eyes to look directly at her - "the most beautiful.