"You know something, Maria? We fought."

"Fought?"

"We were in the goddamned jungle . . . and we were attacked . . . and we fought our way out." Now he sounded as if the dawn were breaking wider and wider. "Christ, I don't know when the last time was I was in a fight, an actual fight. Maybe I was twelve, thirteen. You know something, babe? You were great. You were fantastic. You really were. When I saw you behind the wheel—I didn't even know if you could drive the car!" He was elated. She was driving. "But you drove the hell out of it! You were great!" Oh, the dawn had broken. The world glowed with its radiance.