[Silence hangs on the air. Water ripples beneath the balcony, waves of subconscious memory disturbing the surface. He recalls pleading with an older woman. He remembers being birched for his insolence. You knew what I would say, Jonathan.
But he cannot remember sounding so young.
He cannot recollect his feelings. He cannot identify his emotions - and he cannot imagine himself seeking permission from anyone. He cannot imagine why words are slipping off his tongue.]
Well, I could, but the next thing I know, you'll be telling me to go back to my room.
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But he cannot remember sounding so young.
He cannot recollect his feelings. He cannot identify his emotions - and he cannot imagine himself seeking permission from anyone. He cannot imagine why words are slipping off his tongue.]
Well, I could, but the next thing I know, you'll be telling me to go back to my room.
[Room. The word makes him wince.]