“He never knew what she’d bring him—an idea, a token, a story. Onions plucked from her garden, dirt still clinging to their roots. Sometimes nothing at all, not a word, for days. He didn’t care. He knew how lucky he was. Coming together with Lib hadn’t felt like compromising or sacrificing, more like doubling himself in size. Expanding as though he’d swallowed some magic tonic.” LoveMarriagePartnershipWisconsin Book:Still True Source: Still True