“Well, it’s my form of it, anyhow. I just want to be with you for years and years and years, wondering what you’re going to do next.”
“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do at this moment,” said Sam. “I’m going to kiss you.”
Time passed.
“Kay,” said Sam.
“Yes?”
“Do you know—— No, you’ll laugh.”
“I promise I won’t. What were you going to say?”
“That photograph of you—the one I found in the fishing hut.”
“What about it?”
“I kissed it once.”