"I liked the doodles best of all." No doubt, she could hear his smile. In the museum, when she'd returned his I Love You, he'd believed her, but he left some room for allowing her to grow into it, if he had spoken too soon. But the doodles, he felt, confirmed that she really had been speaking from the heart. "Of course I sent one back. I love letters. No one sends them anymore."
A little pause. "How's your friend doing, by the way?"