I'm listening to the radio. The announcer speaks of a new Arcade Fire album on the way. I look at Duncan. Didn't the Arcade Fire break up?
No, that was Alexis on Fire.
Why is everything and everyone on fire all of the sudden?
They've all been burning for years. You live in your own little world, Poem.
I like my little world, Dunk. It has all of my favorite people and things in it.
This I know, Poem. Happy to be a part of it.
You like my dress?
Sure do. What's the occasion?
I thought it would billow out the most when I'm floating face down in the water for hours on end before you all find my body.
So mellow-dramatic, Bridge. Too heavy for such a beautiful day.
Let's just roll with this, Poet.
Okay, then you have to wear those big crazy boots with the buttons all the way up with your dress and you'll float about fourteen inches below the surface and that will be extra creepy.
Oh, good point!
Except that you'll never make it across the yard. I'm not PJ. I can run fucking fast.
Yes that's why I haven't bothered.
I thought things were better. Well, relatively speaking anyway. In spite of Ben being away.
You can say it you know. He's in treatment. Not on vacation.
Bridget, if life was a lot sunnier for you all the time maybe you'd stop living in the shade. Say he's on vacation or tour or whatever you need to say and think to make it easier and then you go and do what you're going to do. Wringing your hands and wallowing in missing Benjamin isn't going to make it easier. It'll just make you miserable.
But miserable fits like a dress, Dunk.
Yeah, one that looks terrible on you, frankly.
Here, this better? I give him a big goofy smile, all teeth.
I don't know. Take your dress off. Be easier to tell.
Making sure I don't miss Ben too much by wearing his pervert hat?
Someone has to be that guy.
Yeah I just didn't think it would be you. It should be Ben. My smile melts back into a scowl but at least my cheeks don't hurt anymore.
Ah well, it was sure pretty while it lasted.
