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“you meeting me seems like a beautiful sign that something magical is going to happen in life!”

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“All along, Thatcher has had a plan: Marry her. He's talked about it with Father Ott. For months, they've gone over the sticky emotional territory. Fiona yearns to be married, and what she really wanted was to marry JZ. But JZ is already married; he had a chance to make things right with Fiona and he blew it. So that leaves Thatcher, who wants to make a pledge of his devotion to this person- his friend, his partner, his first love. She is more his family than his own family. He has planned to marry her all along and she agreed to it only by saying, "At the very end. If nobody else wants us." How ironic, and awful, that this was the summer Thatcher fell in love. He didn't think it was possible- at age thirty-five, as solitary as he liked to be, as devoted to his business and Fiona, as impermeable to romance- and yet, one morning, just as he was wondering where he was going to find the kind of help that would enable him to make it through the summer, there she was. Adrienne Dealey. Beautiful, yes, but he loves Adrienne not because she is beautiful but because she is different. He has never known a woman so free from conceit, vanity, ambition, and pretense. He has never known a woman so willing to show the world that she is a human being. He has never known a woman with such an appetite- a literal appetite, but also an appetite for adventure- the places she's been, unafraid, all by herself. Thatcher loves her in a huge, mature, adult way. He loves her the right way. Now he has to hope that God grants her patience and understanding and faith. Whenever he prays these days, he prays for Adrienne, too.”

“Он привык, что вокруг него вьются девушки. Привык очаровывать их, привлекать их взгляды, их своим остроумием. Но ни одна из них не заставляла его чувствовать, как бы это сказать, что ему правда есть до нее дело. Это было что-то вроде игры. Он не понимал почему, но ему всегда казалось, что кто-то шепчет ему, будто время еще не пришло. И вот появилась эта девушка на противоположном берегу пруда, и он почувствовал - что-то воспламенилось у него в груди. Будто маленькое сильное пламя, будто еще одно бьющееся сердце, будто старое любовное письмо, спрятанное и выжженное у него под кожей, а сейчас ожившее от ее взгляда и загоревшееся под сердцем, строчка за строчкой.”