"Why do you love me so much?" Beth asked George once, and he was so irritated by the question that he was tempted to pretend he hadn’t heard. The question had so little to do with what effect his love for her had on him; she was really just asking him to tell her about herself. It was so selfish. But oh, how could he not give in to this request. It was the innocence at the base of her selfishness that was one of the most irresistible things about her.
"Oh Beth, he replied, "I don't know, you're just special," and then what he'd never actually said to her before, "I really do love you."
Now, he brought the bedside phone into the bathroom so as not to wake the three gently sighing sleepers in the hotel room, and he dialed Beth's home number, just in case. No answer.