“Because that heart and his shirt were all I'd ever have to show for my life. A heart and a shirt. His heart wrapped in a damp shirt-like Anchise's fish.”
"What were you doing?" I asked.
"Thinking."
"About?"
"Things. Going back to the States. The courses I have to teach this fall. The book. You."
"Me?"
"No one else?"
"No one else."