She has never been in the presence, before, of two people who are in love with each other. She feels like a stray child, ragged and cold, with her nose pressed to a lighted window. A toy-store window, a bakery window, with fancy cakes and decorated cookies. Poverty prevents her entrance. These things are for other people; nothing for her.

Time rises and rises, and when it reaches the level of your eyes you drown.

Nilüfer yaprağı üzerindeki su perisi bakışı

She had an idea, but it was the wrong idea. It was hardly even an idea, just a white idea balloon with no writing inside it.

Mitch looks in her direction. He can't meet her eyes. It's as if she's semi-invisible, a kind of hovering blur.