Sta.sh
"Do you know me?"
I thought about it for a moment. Did I?
The lips who had spoken were a paled, greyed pink.
They belonged to a loose skinned face with good bone structure.
The eyes in the face were green, like the trees I could see through the window.
Her hair was short and grey, curled closely to her head.
Ears were oddly, but nicely as any ear could be shaped.
Her neck, though, it hung a bit from her chin.
But rather, I found it somehow nostalgically endearing.
Skin was dark and pale in splotched color with a paint explosion of Angel Kisses.
Angel Kisses. What a funny term.
I grinned.
"Do you know me?"
Asked a voice. It was somewhat raspy and very alto. Harsh, but pleasing.
The cloth that clothed the voice was conservative. Long black skirt and purple turtle neck.
Turtle neck.
What a funny saying.
"Bill?"
Bill… "Wull that's my name!"
The face belonging to the voice looked sad.
"Yes it is. What is my name?"
How should I know her name?
Should I know her name?
I know her name.
Know her name.
Her name.
Name…
"Bill…"
"Wull that's my name!"
"Yes, Bill."
I smile. She knows my name.
Name.
Knows my name.
"My name is Alice."
Alice?
"That's a pretty name."
"Thank you."
"For what?"
She is silent.
Silent.
Sing,
"OH! My mother and father were Irish
Me mother and father were Irish
Me mother and father were Irish-!"
"And I am Irish too…"
She finishes.
"You are?!
I am Irish."
I tell her.
"Yes, Bill."
"Wull that's my name!"
She nods.
"And my name is Alice."
"It's nice to meet you, Alice."
I hold out my hand to shake.
Alice.
Name.
Her name.
Know her name.
Her name.
Name…
My hand is out. I do not know why, so I place it on my knee.
"My name is Alice, Bill.
I am your wife."
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