Wednesday, February 9, 2000 (Clare is 28, Henry is 36)
Clare: It's early, about six in the morning and I'm sleeping the thin dreamy sleep of six in the morning when Henry slams me awake and I realize he's been elsewhen. He materializes practically on top of me and I yell, and we scare the heck out of each other and then he starts laughing and rolls over and I roll over and look at him and realize that his mouth is bleeding profusely. I jump up to get a washcloth and Henry is still smiling when I get back and start daubing at his lip.
"How'd that happen?"
"You threw a shoe at me." I don't remember ever throwing anything at Henry.
"Did too. We just met for the very first time, and as soon as you laid eyes on me you said, 'That's the man I'm going to marry,' and pasted me one. I always said you were an excellent judge of character."