His shirt was damp now, wet with tears--

The funny thing about tears is that they taste better than they smell. Stop it, Mother

--He smiled so very prettily at her. Girls like it when you smile. Why don't I ever see you with any girls, dear? Mother! Smells of apples. Or is it pomegranates this time?

Please move.

Wake up, Mother. Son, I love your mother very much, but it is important to keep matters in perspective. Wake up, Mother. Hurry up, please. Hurry.

"Shhhh, dear... it will be well."

Hurry. It will all be better soon... If I just.