"Oscar Moreland, how old are you now? And yet you take the words of a child seriously?"
Sophia Wilson's tone was almost mocking.
"The words of a child? Yes, I took them seriously." Mr. Moreland held Sophia's hand gently, caressing it like the most precious treasure. His deeply creased monolid eyes drooped, carrying an expression of helplessness, self-mockery. "That day when you said those words, I was so happy, happier than I've ever been. From that day on, I decided that you would be the girl I would marry when I grew up."
"When you were eighteen and got into university, I was thrilled for you. But a month later, you told me you'd fallen for an older student at your school, Lucas Wilson. Then you told me he had a girlfriend, and you were heartbroken. My heart ached for you, yet... I felt glad too. I took you out, hoping you'd quickly forget about that guy named Lucas Wilson."
