"But why should you care what I think?" Nash watched her through the cigarette smoke. "Miranda." And he just said her name, isolated and with enough pause before it to not seem part of the previous sentence. She didn't say anything. She felt a seriousness she couldn't quite locate as either hers or his. But there it was, now, between them.
This passage from "Eat the Document" by Dana Spiotta is so good that I will even forgive the split infinitive. I love this novel so far, as much for what the story is about as how it is about. Spiotta is a talented writer; she has many moments that cause me to marvel at her word choice.
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