* 74 * 2/21/13
"Oh, Bevil. It's so horrible."
"What is?"
"This feeling. It's like I just want to go home."
"Lily..."
"I know, home isn't there anymore. But I'm not sure what else I can feel right now."
"Did he really mean that much to you?"
"No! ...He didn't. He gave me attention, and I liked it. And I don't like someone else getting more than me."
"Do you really think someone that crude could care for you well enough anyway?"
"Stop it! I just said I don't think much of him."
"I see. Well, anyway, do you?"
"...No. He couldn't. I don't think he has the capacity in his heart to open up to anyone."
"And the other?"
"Definitely. More than that. He could easily espouse the love of five other men, too."
"And what do you think of him?"
A pause. "He's marvelous, and very selfless."
"...And me?"
Another pause, longer this time. Then, a smile.
"Why, you're Bevil. You're amazing. And you're one of my greatest friends."
A hug. And a whisper.
"Thank you, Bevil."
