Audrey Niffenegger Quote

My head is throbbing. I need coffee. Leaving the marbled papers in a state of controlled chaos, I walk through the office and past the page's desk in the Reading Room. I am halted by Isabelle's voice saying, Perhaps Mr. DeTamble can help you, by which she means Henry, you weasel, where are you slinking off to? and this astoundingly beautiful amber-haired tall slim girl turns around and looks at me as through I am her personal Jesus. My stomach lurches. Obviously she knows me, and I don't know her. Lord only knows what I've said, done, or promised to this luminous creature, so I am forced to say in my best librarianese, Is there something I can help you with? The girl sort of breathes Henry! in this very evocative way that convinces me that at some point in time we have a really amazing thing together. This makes it worse that I don't know anything about her, not even her name. I say Have we met? and Isabelle givs me a look that says You asshole. But the girl says, I'm Claire Abshire. I knew you when I was a little girl, and invites me out to dinner. I accept, stunned.