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For no reason at all, she thought about her youth. She remembered when couples slow-danced at the local hall and when it was so cold you could barely feel your feet and when parents took their children for ice cream near the water. For no reason at all, she thought about great big cargo ships and waves and tears.

The room is still. I want him to make a quip: to break the silence that began in peace and now festers between us. He begins to play a study that I do not know.