She answered by standing and kissing him first and held his cheeks and closed her eyes and felt sure as bones and deep as blood that she had found her place.

What? Don't British women know how to use their knees?

No small thing, a bee's sting When it enters the heart Not so benign, the growing vine When it tears stone apart

You saw my leg?" "How can a man help what he sees?" he said. "And, if I could add, you possess a very fine leg.

And new, too. Remade. Ready to move again. Listening was the start, she decided. Doing was the next step.

Figure out what is real for you. No use leaning on someone else's story all your life.

Listen to your second thought, or the third might be too late.