Are you bleeding?
You’re shaking.
What?
Then why did you ask?
(She turns. They look at each other. Long silence.)
The storm’s letting up. I can walk from here.
Because I wanted to see if you’d tell the truth.
I know.
Same activity. Different outcome.
Why were you in the water?
I wanted to stay in the not-knowing. The floating. The part where nothing has a name.
Will I see you again?
Good. Understanding is overrated. It’s just a fancy word for cage.
