Don't want to share with me? Once we shared everything. Do you remember?
Singing Scottish ballads at 2:00 am, in harmony, until we were breathless, walking
through the black, rain-glistening streets. Like film noir, you said.
Now we don't even share a language. Chris whirling you through New York, Jean
whirling me through Paris. I don't know Chris, and I've never been to New York.
Do you like Paris?