These days it seemed like the words between them were there only to outline the silences.

“I used to sit in front of my father's Jag, watching the raindrops run their kam…”

“The minute I stand up, I've jumped off the cliff. The world goes by in a haze o…”

“The strange thing; her face, after she hit me. She was in greater pain than I. …”

“If God wanted us to act on instinct, we wouldn't have the power of reason.”