Re: [Taxi: Cat & Jack]
I don't know anything about her father. We've never discussed either of our childhoods, and my mother left as soon as I was born. I don't even know what she looked like. [Her lift of shoulder was all que sera, sera, and she was pleased to talk about Newt's lover instead.] We spent the night together at the party. Bob. Interesting, as previously stated, also very kind. Handsome. I can see it. [Curiously, as befitted her namesake.] And now that you're getting to know each other?
[But dead wives? Were a bit of a tease-kill, and she looked at him with understanding that unlined eyes shouldn't have acquired yet.] Newt wouldn't understand hurting anyone. Not that I'm encouraging secrets, but he wouldn't. I don't think he'd abandon you, but it would change things forever between you. [By comparison, the writing seemed such a tiny thing.] You know, Newt doesn't strike me as an aficionado of critical literature. I'm sure he thought it was fine. [The comment about sobriety? Received a hum of thought.]
Bruce? No. He didn't react. He never does. We were together as teenagers. By this age- [She motioned at her body.] Helena was already a toddler. Oh, don't get me wrong, we were on and off, on and off, off and on, etcetera, etcetera, for the better part of two decades. [A scoff.] I'll add you to the list of people who prefer me old.