"All right. But you are so unnaturally tall and severe and judicial sitting there on Boyar. You look almost funereal. Please get down. Roll a cigarette and act natural. I'm not going to scold you, sir."
"I wish you would."
"Why? What have you been doing that makes you look so ashamed of yourself. Tell me!"
"I didn't know I was."
"You don't act naturally. Is there something about me that is different? Is that it?"
"No. I wish you was different, sometimes."
"You do?"
"No," he said gently. "I don't wish you were different. I want to remember you like you are."
"To remember me?"
"Yes," he whispered, "to remember you."