Cam gave me a hard time today.  About something I wrote here.  

"How can you think you were wrong?" he asked.  "How can you even imagine that?"

I didn't have an answer for that.  I wished I could keep reading.  Rochester just proposed to Jane.  But Cam wouldn't leave it alone, so I listened.

"Do you think I'm wrong?" he asked.  

I looked at him curiously.

"This is the kind of thing I know," he said.  "I don't make mistakes about this."

I nodded.  I didn't want to have that argument.

"It's a gift," he said.  "It's not a curse."