“They want to know what I do with my time. I tell them that sometimes I just sit and think. But I won’t tell them what. I’ve got them running. And sometimes, I tell them, I like to put my head back, like this, and let the rain fall in my mouth. It tastes just like wine. Have you ever tried it?
“You have forgiven me, haven’t you?”
“Yes.” He thought about it. “Yes, I have, God knows why. You’re peculiar, you’re aggravating, yet you’re easy to forgive. You say you’re seventeen?”
“How odd. How strange. And my wife thirty and yet you seem so much older at times. I can’t get over it.”