“Say.” he said.
“Talk,” I said.
“How’re you.”
“Fine, yourself.”
“Mind if I close the door?”
“Not at all. Go ahead.”
“It’s about Rainier,” he said, closing the door. “He kind of needs to talk.”
“You could say.”
“Talk to him, why don’t you.”
“I do my part.”
“Better if you talked.”
“I go home at night. Eat supper. Watch television.”
“He could use your thoughts.”
“Sometimes I read.”
“I think he should talk to you.”
“Again.”
“Last time was different.”
“And what happened to Ananas.”
“This is Rainier.”