“So what do you wear to dump somebody?" she asked me, twirling a lock of hair around one finger. "Black, for mourning? Or something cheerful and colorful, to distract them from their pain? Or maybe you wear some sort of camouflage, something that will help you disappear quickly in case they don't take it well.”

“People ask me why I wear veils. I reply, I am mourning. Mourning what? Well I figure something shitty must be going on somewhere.”

“Do you want to hold it?' she asked, dangling the padded envelope in front of Hale with two fingers.'No.''Do you want to touch it and kiss it and wear it around your neck?''Don't be silly,' he told her. 'Everyone knows green isn't my color.”

“When asked, "Why do you always wear black?", he said, "I am mourning for my life.”

“I need camouflage that works in such a way that when I wear it, you disappear.”

“Faris turned on him. "Why choose to wear black today, of all days? I know why I'm in black. Why are you? Mourning?He looked startled. "One does not wear mourning for a servant."You still don't understand, do you? He was not my servant."He regarded her anger, aghast. "What then? What else could he be?Her empty hands shook as she held them out to him. Her voice shook as she replied, "Glove to my hand." Slowly she closed her fists. "Everything.”