Tell me something.
- You tell me something.
No, I don’t want to.
And I asked you first.
I tuck you in, kiss your cheek.
You didn’t tell me anything yet.
- Nor did you.
I asked you first.
- I asked you second.
It takes a lot to ask something you know.
- It takes a lot to answer, honestly and clearly.
- What do you want me to say?
Anything you think I might want to know.
The stars breathe quietly.
- Our hearts are very close together.
And our souls.
- I’m not sure I’m ready to say anything more than that.
That’s nice already.
Good night.
[July 1993; travelling in Northland.]
