I sat down beside her. The unpaid phone bill was as good as anything else to talk about; we no longer needed to say aloud what we were saying to each other underneath. In all our life together, we had taken goodbyes casually, and hellos, too. A lot of people mistook it for not caring. It was perhaps too much the opposite. We needed each other like bees and honey.
From Smokescreen by Dick Francis
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