She did not tell me about her cousin who tried for years.

She did not say that everything happens for a reason.

She sat in a chair with her shoes off and asked me what the room had looked like, which was the exact right question and I have no idea how she knew it.

And at some point I said, apropos of nothing, that the only thing I had wanted for three days was a specific soup from a Vietnamese place on El Cajon that I had mentioned to her once, months before, in a car.

She got up and drove eleven miles and got it.