“Who is she, Louis? Who is she, where did she come from, do you even know her, how long have you known her, who’s to say she is who she says she is, that she’s not trying to—” “Keep your voice down!” Then: “Trying to what?” He looked at her, bewildered. She didn’t know how to finish that thought, now that it had been cut off. She breathed high in her chest, and he just looked at her. The silence stretched. Then he said, “You’ve been alone for too long. You’ve not been around people for too long.” “I’m not alone.”
