“You do . No one else except you could answer a person’s thoughts before they’ve been spoken! You must know, Christie, how I go muttering on and on to you, in my heart, day and night, telling you every single feeling I have?”

“I tell you things too, Wolf. I talk to you, too, sometimes⁠ ⁠… but still, but still⁠ ⁠…”

Her voice broke in a light sigh that floated away into the stubble, fainter than the falling of a feather.