“I don't not believe he has read a word of one,"Maud said. As she pulled on a light sweater, she caught Anita's expression. A flicker of old yearning came back to her, for a husband who would take a real interest in her work. She had fooled herself once into believing that Ewan could be that husband. "Books are nearly all the same to Ewan. Not of interest. It's his nature, which is very different than mine-nothing he could ever help. You'll see soon enough.”