“In all the remorseless liturgies of grief, the processes through which she had moved as though conducted by irresistible forces, the realization that had most affronted her was that Steven would be halted, forever, at a certain physical point. She would grow old; Steven was frozen, now, as the man she had last seen. She returned again and again to this; alongside it ran the reflection that she, already, week by week and month by month, was turning into a person Steven had never known.”