She did love Jerry; she loved him as a person, very dearly, and she often thought she might have loved him almost as much, even if he’d never given her any tornadoes. She could have loved Jerry even if he’d been something everyday and nonexotic and dull, like, say, some kind of economist. Jerry was skillful and accomplished and dedicated and, when you got used to him, rather intensely attractive. Sometimes Jerry was even funny. She often thought that even under other circumstances, she might easily have become his lover, or even his wife.