“No, no!” Susanna cried. “You must not say that. You are you! Magnificent, self-sufficient, and brilliant. You do not – need me.”
“It is going to take me a lifetime to tell you how much I need you and want you.”
Then he kissed her again and she could think of nothing but him and the love she felt for him.
It had been hard to leave Fyfe at luncheontime, but he had said when she had first known him,
“I am not going to let anybody see me making a fool of myself while I am fed like a child. If I need a drink, you will leave the room.”
He had spoken harshly, almost roughly, for in those days he was still fighting against his blindness and loathing his disability.
Susanna had half-hoped when the bandages were removed from his mouth that she could stay with him at mealtimes, but he had alwa
