My life without me- Ann y Lee

- Read me something that you're reading right now. - I'm reading a very sad book at the moment. Beautiful, but sad. - It can't be as sad as the story l heard today. - Tell it to me. - l can't. It'll make me too sad. - You don't wanna teII it to me because its part of your Iife, and you don't want me to know anything about your Iife. - I like it that you don't ask me anything about my life. - l don't ask you anything because l've learned not to. When you look at somebody,you might see fifty per cent of who they are,and wanting to know the rest, that's what destroys everything. That's what l learnt. - Whoever took away your furniture really taught you a lesson, eh? - That's all she left me. - You really want me to read you something? -Please. Read me something. - Okay. Pick something. "To the Wedding" by John Berger. "Her capacities go out one by one, and there's no night, no stars, onIy a cellar from which she can never walkand which nobody else can stay. She's given medicines which make her ill, but would stop her dying. For a little while. They're scared. l'm scared." You know, I don't think it was that bad. - No, I like it. l just don't want to read right now. - l lied. When l said that when you look at somebody you know fifty per cent. l guess when l look at you l see, l don't know, maybe ten per cent... and that ten per cent is... - lt's not so bad. ls it?