May I see it?
No.
But why, Neamhchiontach?
Because then it will smell like you and I need it to smell like him.
You miss him.
I don't miss him. I still love him though. Part of me always will.
Which part is that?
I'm sorry?
It's a question you would ask. Which part of you misses him?
My stupid brain.
Ah. But it drives the bus.
The bus went off a cliff years ago. You know this.
And now?
I run on heart and soul.
The song?
If required.
He smiles now, amused to have one of my odd conversations, and be on the inside, as it were.
I can show you the sweater, since you don't believe me, but I don't want you to touch it.
What if I want to smell it?
Then you should have kept the things of his that I gave you.
What makes you think I haven't?
You're a minimalist.
Am I?
Definitely.
Even though I have a small case full of his things on the top shelf of my closet? Two of his shirts, his leather bracelet and his daybook?
Should I believe you, Diabhal?
You show me the sweater, I will show you the case.
Fine. I pick up my mug. Didn't think I was going to spend Sunday testifying but in a way it fulfills Sam's request too as we still have not returned to church and may not for a while yet.