“And you and I?”
“Will watch the sun go down every evening from the Inn at Sealey Head, and listen to the bell.”
“Will you ever write the true story?” he asked her.
“Of course I will, when you and Ridley get around to telling it to me,” she said, leading him out the door and down the road toward the headland bathed in light from the lowering sun. “But no one will ever believe it.”