Twain's End - Pg 187

   A lump had scalded her throat when he finished and taken off his reading glasses. "Well, what do you think?" he asked.
   "Eve tells all the reasons why she could love Adam, but those aren't really why." Fireflies signaled as she'd swallowed her tears. "She loves him because he's hers."
   Just then a rocket, a leftover from Independence Day, had soared over Mount Monadnock. It struggled toward a heaven it couldn't reach and then, in a piteous burst, fell to earth in despair. They had looked at each other with shining eyes. The very world seemed to have been created just for them.