"You were miserable the first time she left," he added. "I don't know why you would risk going through that again."
Myron looked at him. "You really don't, do you?"
Win said nothing.
"That's sad, Win."
"Yes," he replied. "So very tragic."
"I'm serious," Myron said.
Win put a dramatic forearm to his brow. "Oh, what woe that I may never experience the depths of misery you plunged to when Jessica left. Pity this child."
"You know there's more to it than that."
Win put down the arm, shook his head. "No, my friend, there is not. What was real was your pain. The rest of what you felt is the stuff of cruel delusion."
There were reasons Win was the way he was. Win had not severed off his feelings or anything that dramatic, nor was he as robotic as he sometimes wanted people to think. But Win had learned not to trust or depend on others very much. There were not many people he cared about, but those he did were cherished with an intensity few ever experienced. The rest of the world meant very little to him.
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