“I’m afraid that I can’t,” he says.

He looks at his reflection in the window while I am talking. Snow falls inside of


Distracted by the spectacle of ice in the air, he pretends to be conducting a dance of


I want to say I know.


I want to say you can.


I look at my tie. The crimson and swirls of other names for red

break the chest of my sky

blue shirt. I thought—I  knew what that meant.

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