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suddenly you can read all the signs and recognize people from far off and pick out individual birds in the sky, that's how it felt and as far as Quentin was concerned, he wouldn't mind a bit if it kept going like this pretty much for the rest of his life.
    Then he flew to San Francisco for meetings with some of his older partnerships. At the end of the trip he stopped in to see his lawyer, Wayne Read, to take care of the changes the marriage was going to require, like rewriting his will and changing the beneficiary on his insurance policies.
    "Does she have a lawyer?" asked Wayne.
    "I don't know."
    "Does she have money? An estate?"
    "I don't know."
    "I need to know if I'm supposed to unilaterally write the prenup or negotiate it with another attorney, and if she has an estate that needs protecting or if it's just yours I need to worry about."
    Quentin was annoyed. "I don't want my estate protected. When we're married it'll be
our
estate."
    "You've known her what, a week and a half?"
    "But I've been waiting for her all my life."
    The lawyer just looked at him.
    "That was humor," said Quentin.
    "No, you meant it," said Wayne. "Listen, Quen, I've been your lawyer ever since you could afford one. I know that you've been miserably lonely that whole time. Now you've fallen in love and you don't want to believe anything bad can happen. But all these years you've been paying me to be the friend who will always tell you the truth. The friend who can give you bad news."
    "The friend who charges me three hundred bucks an hour."
    "The friend whose job is to know a lot more about how the world works than you do, and keep you from falling into heavy machinery."
    "Metaphorically speaking."
    "Sometimes people aren't what they seem."
    "I know that, Wayne."
    "No you don't, Quen. Because you
are
exactly what you seem, and so you always assume that other people are, too."
    "I've had partners who cheated me."
    "Who
tried
to cheat you. I draw up too good a contract for them to actually succeed."
    "They got away with the money."
    "Only because you let them. Only because you never let me sue or bring criminal charges."
    "It was only money."
    "No,
after
they embezzled it from you it was only money. When
you
had it, it was something more than money. It was fertile seed. It was the power of life. In your hands money makes things grow. In their hands it bought new cars and TV sets and some nice dinners out and then it had disappeared and nothing came of it."
    "My point is that I don't care enough about money to need a prenuptial agreement. If Madeleine turns out to be a fake or even if the marriage just turns sour or something, don't you think
that
will be much more devastating than losing a few million bucks in a lousy divorce settlement? If I lose the woman I love, who cares about the money?"
    "Quentin, you only say that because you've never lost either. Broken hearts heal. But when a fortune is gone, it stays gone forever."
    "I'm still employable."
    "No you're not, Quen. They're programming Pentiums and PowerPC chips and they're doing it in C. You don't know anything about that."
    "She's not going to divorce me and she's not after my money. Can we get to the business I came here for?"
    They got down to business and it didn't take long. On the day the marriage became valid, the new will would take effect, and Madeleine would become cobeneficiary of his insurance policies, along with his parents.
    Wayne rose from behind his desk. "I'm very happy for you, Quentin. True love is rare."
    Quentin stood up and shook his hand. "I hope I'm not being billed for
that
bit of counsel."
    Wayne laughed dryly. "Since you're not listening to me anyway, I'll go ahead and ask the really lousy question: Have you got her HIV test results?"
    Quentin took back his hand. "Wayne, you deal with my papers, not my sex life."
    "Forget the HIV test, then, but at least tell me you've been using protection."
    "Wayne, you're way over the line here."
    The lawyer offered no hint of