“Still nothing,” Sarah said.
“Yes.”
“How does the blood you drink flow through your body if your heart doesn’t pump?”
“I don’t know.”
She raised her head from his chest and looked him in the eye.
“Tell me about Elizabeth.”
He shook his head. “Another time.”
“Tell me anything. Tell me about the day you met.”
James closed his eyes again. He stayed that way so long Sarah thought he fell asleep. When he opened his eyes to look at her, she thought he seemed far away, as if he had traveled back in time. When he spoke his voice sounded different, like an actor in a Shakespearean play. He smiled as he thought of that long-ago day.
“I remember how my heart danced dizzying circles the first time I saw her over the supper table where my father and I were gathered with friends. Her family was
