“Are you in love with her?”
“Yes.”
“Then, my friend, a word to the wise. You need to tell her. Moments don’t come often. It is the one thing I have learned since first looking in Inga’s eyes, back there on the train to St. Louis.” He sighed and looked up at the sky. “Don’t let a moment slip by, my friend. You might not have it again.” Johannes reached a long arm over and slapped him on the back. “The worst she can say is ‘No.’”