Quiet, she and I sit inside one of those circus-sized tents at a swap-meet kind of place. For lack there of we were in a bad neighborhood. "Avoir de bons jours et je vous souhaite le mieux" she lifted that from a film and I wasn't going anywhere so she again made me dust off my frown and put it back on...yet again. I don't say much when I'm around her. I rolled her fingers off of my eyes and blankly told her that I did not appreciate that kind of touching. "You hold my hands down like I've been bad. Don't button me up, you asshole." I put a little frustration in her head but the deal was that she had to make up with me. I prefer only to cause frustration when it will for certain lead to love and she for certain loves me. She couldn't take my face when it was elongated and my brittle brittle bones were projecting through. I don't do much talking so I said "I don't do much talking." She balled over and laughed for a billion years.