Mathias

Veronica closes her eyes and smiles. It's only that easy, she thinks, when they're making assumptions for each other, when there's no one else to say how they do or don't feel (her mother would have liked him, but that opinion doesn't matter anymore). That doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate hearing it. "I hope so," she says. "That he would have liked me. I don't know about driving me crazy, although that would probably be fair." She has a tendency to do the same to others herself.