It Takes Two People To Make A

You Figured That The Only Way I'd Be Happy Is If I Did The Things You Thought Would Be Best For Me.

I Smiled At Him As Best I Could And Pushed The Paper Across The Table Before He Could Change His Mind. Because Henry Deville Was Correct - There Was An Ingredient In My Baking More Concenctrated Than Any Extract, More Pungent Than Any Spice; An Ingredient That Everyone Would Recognize And No One Was Able To Name: It Was Regret, And It Rose When One Least Expected.

And I Remembered Something Else That Makes Us Human: Faith, The Only Weapon In Our Arsenal To Battle Doubt.

Life Was All About Being In A Certain Place, At A Certain Time.

If God Wanted Us To Act On Instinct, We Wouldn't Have The Power Of Reason.