Of course she'd meant love in the casual modern use of the word. She'd heard it everywhere. 'I love your dress.'; 'Don't you just love this scent?' Love, love, love. As though it meant nothing; as though it weren't a sacrosanct word, a precious syllable, not to be used sparingly. She knew with a fierce certainty whom she loved, whom she had loved, whom she would always love. But never in her life had she uttered the word aloud.