Do you still love me, Janie?’ Janie stares at him, incredulous.

Do you still love me, Janie?’ Janie stares at him, incredulous. ‘Yes, of course! I don’t say it lightly.’ ‘Say it lightly in my ear,’ he demands. She smiles, rests her soft cheek on his scratchy one, and whispers it. ‘I love you, Cabe.