And so after a while she had sat up and he had said, "Stay, Olive." But she did not stay. "Call me," he said. "I would like it if you called me." She had not called. He could call her if he wanted to. And he had not called [...] He had sent one email with a bunch of question marks in the subject line and nothing more. That was an email? Olive didn't think so.

Elizabeth Strout – Olive, Again (2019)
Penguin Random House UK (2019)