'Yes, well, sometimes I wonder if you have a little too much to fall back on.' She was looking down as she spoke and the remark seemed to rebound off the flagstones. They walked a little further before he spoke.
'And what does that mean?'
'Oh, I just mean -' She sighed, and rested her head against his shoulder. 'I just mean that at some point you'll have to get serious about life, that's all. You're young and healthy and you look nice enough, I suppose, in a low light. People seem to like you, you're smart, or smart enough, not academically maybe, but you know what's what. And you've had luck, so much luck, Dexter, and you've been protected from things, responsibility, money. But you're and adult now, and one day things might not be this...' She looked around her, indicating the scenic little back street down which he had brought her. '...this serene. It would be good if you were prepared for that. It would do you good to be better equipped.'
One Day. David Nicholls.
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