“Then let yourself go.”
“One aches—alone.”
“But are you alone?”
“Fairly.”
“There’s me.”
“Bobby dear, what do you want in me?”
“You. To be with you. To be always about with you. And to be loved by you.”
“It’s kind of you.”
“Oh, nonsense! Kindness!”
“Listen, Bobby,” she said, and made a long pause.