He held it extended until she clicked her glass against the rim, then he said, "Cheers, baby - always, cheers."
"Cheers," she replied, before sipping the champagne.
She placed the glass on the table, leaned forward, then said, "Tan - darling, you don't know how sorry I am about - about your eyes."
"Don't be," he said. It's a very small thing to give up when I think of all the other things I have to be thankful for. You, as an example."
"I'm happy to hear that, Tan - after the way I left - everything."
"But, Marge, if you came back to me because of my eyes - well, then -"
"Don't even say it, darling," she interrupted. "You know that's not the reason."
"I hope not," he answered, accepting, it seemed, her simple comment, fully and quickly.
Her voice turned shy and very serious. She wa
