Rick should have known that little detail better than anyone.

Rick knew what was coming, could sense it in her gaze as she lifted up from his arms.

Finally, when Rick knew he could not go for one more second, the machine slowed and stopped.

That got a laugh, but Rick did not know why.

But Rick didn't know how to do it at all.

Rick waited, and knew the exact moment when the other saw him.

More than one man was involved; Rick knew that much instinctively.

"In here," she said, and realized at once that Rick would know the way.

Some of them looked like summer cottages Rick had known as a boy.

Somehow Rick knew, deep down, that life was never going to be the way it had been fifteen minutes ago.