"Elayne, I shouldn't think it proper..."
A laugh like a small bell. "Then don't. But don't let that stop you."
"Elayne, you see, it's more complicated.
A pout like fog against a window. "No. I don't see at all. Why must you be so difficult, George?"
"Elayne, it's not me, it's not me at all. What about my family? What am I supposed to tell them?"
A frown like a soggy kitten. "Why must they know at all?"
"Elayne! You hardly mean to suggest...?"
Hope like a snap of static electricity. "Why not? George? George, why not!"
"Elayne, I can't. I just... I can't. I shouldn't even be here. Good bye, Elayne."
Horror like the void. "George!"


Two Cowering Clay Statues