We make patterns, we share moments.

“Sex," I ask her. "What does it mean?""Poor you," She say's. "You really did get…”

“Should we say something?’ Cal asks.‘Goodbye, bird?’ I suggest.He nods. ‘Goodbye…”

“She shrugs, goes over to the window and looks down at the garden. She circles a…”

“It's as if a child with a brush and too much enthusiasm has been set free with …”