"Who cared about those things? Didn't Peter know that it was impossible to make up for lost time? Three years was half of six years; every day, every minute in life was all its own, and could never be replaced with another. "When you love someone," she said, with her eyes shut tight, barely recognizing her own voice, "you want to be together whenever you can. If you want it badly enough, you just make the practical things work out."