“You’ve seen all these other people standing on these ledges, and they didn’t fall. What is it you’re afraid of?” “Being the first to fall. That’s what I’m afraid of.” “Well now, darlin’.” He walks backward, out onto the glass ledge. “Then I’ll go first.” He’s there. Standing there on the ledge, smiling at me, arms outstretched. “So far so good, yeah? Come on. Let’s not come this high up without going to the edge together.”
