He gives me a kiss that barely touches my lips โ it means nothing or everything. After heโs gone, I think, Happy birthday to me. Jack says, โThat was the guy?โ โThat was him.โ Jake shakes his head. โWhat?โ โHeโs not for you,โ he says. I say, โHow do you know?โ but what I mean is, How do you know? โHeโs like Ashley Wilkes,โ he says. โAny one of these guys is Rhett-ier than he is.โ Again, I ask my benignly inflected, โHow do you know?โ โHow do I know?โ he says, tackling me into a bear hug. โHow do I know? I know, thatโs how I know.
Melissa BankBut then you hear that he can't hear you, you see that he can't see you. You are not here--and you haven't even died yet. You see yourself through his eyes, as The Generic Woman, the skirted symbol on the ladies' room door.
Melissa BankThe writing is clean. I really wouldn't have changed a word. Most of it is true, too, except that the hero quits drinking and the girl grows up. On the last page, the couple gets married, which is a nice way for a love story to end.
Melissa BankThe only relationships I haven't wrecked right away were the ones that wrecked me later.
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