Lulu felt badly in that moment; poor Skwisgaar was a waystation for women, but never truly an end destination. She went back over to him and tiptoed upward to try to kiss his cheek.
"You're my friend." She squeezed his hand. "I'll be over as often as you'll have me." But part of what he'd said was true; at least at that moment she was certain of her course. She smiled a little bit to herself, and shook her head.