And us—we already changed—the two of us and both together—and now we gotta change some more.” “Must we?” he asked, and she felt him put his cheek against her hair. “I can’t see any way out of it, if we’re gonna do what we said we’d do. Right up front, we’re gonna hafta stop thinking that surviving ’til lunchtime is a long-term plan.” He laughed, softly. “Until dinner, then?” “It’s a start,” she said.
