When you don't give me love (You gave me pale shelter)Lochlan looks at me quizzically. What's that you're singing?
You don't give me love (you give me cold hands)
And I can't operate on this failure
When all I want to be is
Completely in command
A new Tears for Fears song that just came out on the radio.
Oh. Sounds sad.
Oh, it is!
Do you understand it? He asks me that a lot. As if a twelve year old can't grasp life, or the simple concept of an anti-love song.
Yes. I get it. It's an accusatory song about someone who doesn't support someone else enough for their liking.
I'll have to hear it.
You just did.
I mean the recording. On the radio.
Next time it comes on I'll point it out. It sounds different from when I was just singing it. More clashy... more guitars.
He laughs. Time to get ready.
For?
Dinner. Wash up and lets go.
Over dinner Lochlan stares at me while I eat my fries with gravy on the side. The gravy is a special treat. It costs extra at thirty cents but he's gotten a raise just for coming back to the Midway for the second year. So I get gravy and he gets pickles and sauerkraut on his sandwich as we are celebrating. Usually we have just malt vinegar, just cheese. Those are free.
So it's a special night.
On the way home in the truck that song comes on the radio.
I asked for more and moreLochlan looks at me. It's not accusatory.
How can I be sure
I've been here before
There is no why, no need to try
I thought you had it all
I'm calling you, I'm calling you
I ask for more and more
How can I be sure
It's not?
No, he feels helpless watching his own relationship slip through his fingers.
Oh it's even sadder than I thought.
He nods. That's what radio is based on though.
What do you mean?
Songwriters are fueled by heartbreak.
I wouldn't want to be one then.
Bridget, heartbreak is a fact of life.
I hope it never happens to me.
It will.
I just stare at him with wide eyes. Not by me. I mean if you don't get a job you want someday or your dog dies.
My dog died last year.
Right so that's heartbreak too.
Oh, I thought you just meant romantic heartbreak.
It comes in degrees, so romantic is the worst, most painful kind.
That's the kind I hope I never have.
Me, too.
Well then if either one of us feels like the other has cold hands we have to speak up and stop it.
I don't think it works like that.
Well then how do we prevent it?
We stick together. Like we do now. I told you I wouldn't leave you behind and so you're on your second tour too now. Here's your raise. He pulls an envelope out of his pocket heavy with change.
Oh YES!
What are you going to spend it on.
Cotton candy every single day.
You already have that.
Yes but now I can have it in both colors!