How are you ?
No.
No ?
I don’t understand.
How are you ?
Again ?
Well ?
I don’t know.
(Do I sense a touch of frustration creeping in ?)
You must know ?
Must ? Really ?
Well..
Yes.
Why ?
Everyone knows.
(Bold statement)
Do they ?
But..
I am not..
Everyone.
I am..
Me.
(Scratching of pen on paper- a fresh pad, all for me)
I see.
No.
No, You don’t.
You don’t see at all.
You never have.
Conformity. Not my style.
(Silence. I know they’re looking at me)
Ah, shoulders shrugged.
Defeat ?
Exasperation ?
Which ?
(Pen and pad pushed to one side)
Next week then ?
Same time ?
Nod.
Nothing to say.
Nothing left to say.
I don’t know.
I don’t know now.
I won’t know then.
I never have.
Perhaps ?
I never will ?.
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