Let’s say, for the sake of argument, Eleanor, that you had developed a crush on this man.
These sorts of feelings are generally a sort of emotional “trial run” for a real relationship.
They’re very intense. Does that sound reasonable, plausible so far?”
I stared at her. “So,” she went on, “there you were, quite enjoying your crush, feeling the feelings.
Tell me, what happened to bring this to an end all of a sudden? What crushed the crush, as it were?” I slumped back into my seat.
She had taken me by surprise with her startlingly accurate summary of how things had been, and then asked a very interesting, pertinent question.
Despite the gold shoes and the novelty key rings, I could see already that Maria Temple was no fool.
This was all going to take me a while to process, but in the meantime, I tried to gather my thoughts into some sort of coherent response.
I suppose on some level I actually felt the whole thing was real, and that, when we finally met, we’d fall in love and get married and so on.
I felt, I don’t know, somehow ready for a relationship like that. People—men—like him don’t cross my path very often.
It seemed only right not to let the opportunity pass by. And I felt sure that... certain people... would be pleased that I’d found him.
When he and I were finally in the same room together, though, something that I’d worked hard to make happen,
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