i supposethat if we hadn't met the way we didthanks to the chances& million tiny choices made along the waywe'd be strangers and perhaps we'd sitbeside each other on a busor reach for the same zucchini at the groceryand draw back, meet eyes,polite, withdrawn, sheepish with no way of knowinghow 999,999 snap judgments agowe missed [...]
Bridget Cook 