He looked at her for a long time. It was the first time he had really looked at her in weeks, and he saw how thin her face had gotten, the gray at her temples she had stopped bothering to color.
"I'm still really mad at you," he said.
"I know. You should be."
"I don't know when I'm going to stop."
"That's okay," she said. "I'm not going anywhere."
He got up off the floor. At the doorway he stopped.
"He wants to meet me," he said. "Daniel."