"If they call the police, we shall greet them with a smile when they come," she said, smiling over at him and closing the space between herself and the fountain. She climbed up onto the stone ledge, still unnoticed by the self-absorbed New Yorkers, and she looked down at him.
"What was it like for you, Oliver? Before the self blame and deprecation? Climb up here, and show me. Scream it," she coaxed, motioning to the park with a wide motion of her arm. "This is the world; tell it how you feel."
She gave him a look that was all catlike challenge, and she held her hand out to help him up.