Book: The patron Saint of pigs

It's not that the universe gives us, silly, and what we give the Universe.

She led me into the kitchen, where the folded in several layers of blue blanket sat the cutest pig in the world.
Pink-black color, it felt soft to the touch. He had a funny flat and round snout, intelligent, curious eyes and a tail spring. And Yes, it easily would fit in a tea Cup.
The pig grunted, and I melted.

- Why does change always have a boyfriend?
- The girl, too, can change, - I said. - That's not the point. I mean, if you love someone, you should show it. Because we are given only one life, Jeb. Only one. Inside I have all habitually shrank from despair. - Can't you try to show it, though, because I know that for me it's important?..

The next day he gave me a necklace with a heart of slot machine, just shifted it out of the plastic eggs in a normal box. Because of this, I'm just upset. Another day later, Tegan, pushing me aside, said that Jeb is afraid that, if I'm not wearing a necklace, I didn't like the gift.
- It's from the "Duke and Duchess" I said. - This necklace is from the prize machine, which stands at the entrance! Put down a quarter and win!
Do you know how many quarters Jeb lowered into the machine to win? said Tegan. Thirty - eight. He kept returning to the counter for a trifle.
Between us hung oppressive silence.
- You mean...
He wanted to give you the exact same thing. With a heart.

- You want me to become what I can not be - he said the day before our separation.

Can't you just believe I love you, not to demand that I prove it every second?