Anna: What do you want me to read?
Jacob: Something you wrote.
Anna: Okay. You're not allowed to laugh.
Jacob: I'm not.
Anna: I haven't read it out loud yet, so you'll be the first person. You sure you wanna hear?
Jacob: Mmhmm.
Anna: I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it. But I didn't, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it's the halves that halve you in half. I didn't know, don't know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.
Jacob: I like the halves that halve you in half.
[Anna laughs]
Anna: It's a bit childish.
Jacob: No! No.
