Rain Dialogue 2
B: The dampness gets in so. Mold everywhere.
A: I called my brother yesterday.
B: You have a brother?
A: 33 years.
B: The carpets are ruined, the photographs stained.
Some afternoons I can't breathe. Look how the skin splits.
A: Yes, cracks apart. Blood across continents, flesh stretched thin over centuries.
B: You understand.
A: He wasn't home. Dead maybe.
B: You don't.
A: Maybe joined the circus. Or wanted by the law.
B: Do you think it will stop?