"You love him, don't you?" No, that's not what I expected. While I goggled at her and spluttered, she smiled this serene smile at me.
"It's okay. He talked about you a lot, you know. He always said you loved him, and you'd figure it out someday. I guess now you have." She looked away from me, and collected herself. When she turned back toward me, she was friendly, but all business.
"I'm so glad to have met you, Livingston. I'm glad to think we'll be working together on this, and Talbot will be pleased, too."
"I'll pass along your information and tell you what my contact says. I'm sure he'll be interested. I'll be in touch," I said.
"Thanks again, Livingston. I'll look forward to hearing from you." It was a standard professional sentence, but I could see that she really meant it, and no
