Sometime in the middle of September, Carrie was at a restaurant and Mr. Big was there. He came over and sat down at the table.
"I never knew what you were thinking," he said. "You never talked about your feelings. Every time I tried to talk to you, you would go to that place in your head, A fou're like a cyborg or something."
His hand was on the table. Carrie touched his finger. Let's face it, Carrie thought, you ate the pickle.