‘Don’t leave me.’

‘You say that every time I leave!”

‘I don’t want you to forget.”

‘As if I’d forget your name?’

‘That’s it!

It’s perfect!

I’ll write it down.

My name in ink;

Black and brown.’

‘Don’t be a fool.

I won’t forget.

I’ll repeat your title . . . .

Let’s make a bet.’

‘I’ll say your name one thousand times.’

‘Will you really?

I bet you’d much rather die . . . .’

‘No, my love.

I’ll repeat it and not bore.

Now let go of my hand?’

‘Fine . . . I’ll count the seconds till I see you once more.’