|"'You see him all the time
at work, and you share, and you don't fight. Why *can't* you get
"I like John!"
'I know you do, sweetie,' she said. 'But
John and I are not going to get married.'
'But how do you know?'
'Will, I know.' She sighed. 'To get
married, you have to feel something special about the other
person, something more than you feel about someone who's just
your friend. . .I think you just love them more than you've ever
loved anyone else,' she said. . . .
He didn't say anything, just cozied up
against her, resting his head in his mom's lap. He let her
stroke his hair, so still and so quiet that he could almost fall
'Is that why you didn't marry my dad?