I hate to cry and I hate to sound like sour grapes, but no one ever listens to me. No one ever hears what I have to say.
You love her," Teddy observed quietly. Henry replied with an uncharacteristic lack of irony: "Yes. " Teddy's eyes shifted to the plaster interlacing that decorated the ceiling in curlicues. "Lord, you never make it easy, do you. " "No.