Sam sat down and Anne stood up and started pacing. After a moment she stopped in front of him.
"I'm 12. I mean, I'll be 13 in a week and a half. When I was two weeks old, I was fully grown. At that time, I promised my half-brother I'd love him forever if he'd release my father from a curse he'd placed on him, only I didn't know at the time he was my half-brother. Seven months later, I had a son who's now long grown and gone. Later, I was released from that vow when there was a war and fighting and Olympus- Nevermind. I've died twice. The first time was the result of a vindictive Norse god, the second was due to a temporary mortality. I've been married twice. The first time was the result of a love potion that I didn't know about to the same vindictive Norse god. The second was to a cancer doctor I loved very much who died several years ago."
She took a deep breath, ignoring the tears that had sprung to her eyes. "I like you, Sam. Very much."