Love is what we say it is," she said fiercely. "That's all I know. That's all anyone knows about it. I'm sorry. - Patricia A. McKillip

Only yesterday a young woman came to me wanting a trap set for a man with a sweet smile and lithe arms. She was a fool, not for wanting him, but for wanting more of him than that.

He kissed her anyway, lightly on the cheek, before she turned to get her coat, thinking how long he had known her and how little he knew her and how little he knew of how much or little there was in her to know.

Perhaps there had never been anything at all to see.