"No, it was-- it was fine." Normal, or what they had that passed for it. She misses him so much it hurts in her throat when she thinks about it, and it doesn't seem fair after she'd been so good about not missing him so much. Too good, even, sometimes, when she'd felt grateful and guilty for that gratitude.

He'd get it, though, that she's a mess. Maybe he'd be all right long enough to make it all right for her.