Dratted boy, why’d you stop saying hello? It can’t be that it didn’t happen, that you didn’t know. It cannot come as a shock to you now.
She wanted to sit down next to you, to discuss Russian politics, and your brothers at summer camp, and Wimbledon. She liked the old-fashioned handsomeness, and the sense of self-worth, if not overwhelming confidence.
The two of you need to accept the fact that it was one of the best chances you’d ever had, and not flee from it again.
‘Cause what you want is a cigarette and a thespian . . .
