“I mean exactly that—can I trust you?” She purses her lips. “I’ve seen how you are with Harry, and Iwant to believe that your son isn’t just a passing fancy for you, but I’ve realized that I have no ideawho you are.”
“I’m a lot of things.”
“Yeah, I’ve gathered that,” she remarks. “We’re reaching a stage now where I need some sort ofguarantee from you. Some permanence. Because I’ve seen you wear a lot of different faces, and I
want to be sure that the one you wear when you look at our son, and at me, is genuine.” She sighs.“Look, I’m not crazy. I don’t expect us to become the Brady Bunch overnight, but before I continuedown this path with you, I want to be sure that Harry and I won’t find ourselves tossed to the curb insix months because the novelty of hav
