Page 42 of The Lies We Play

Liv: Frames have humbled stronger men.

Liv: [photo: hand-drawn map of Randolph Street with an X and "Creed, take notes"]

Creed: What kind of notes?

Liv: Everything. The bread. The lighting. Whether the waiters look at you when you ask them a question. Whether the music is too loud. Whether the place has soul. Report back.

Creed: Yes, ma’am.

Liv: Don’t “ma’am” me unless you’re prepared to be assigned homework.

Creed: I assumed this was homework.

Liv: This is fieldwork.

Creed: Of course.

Liv: Also dessert. You need to report on dessert.

Creed: You didn’t mention dessert.

Liv: I assumed you had common sense.

Creed: Dangerous assumption.

Liv: So I’m learning.

Creed: Landed at JFK.

Liv: Welcome home.

Creed: Home.

Liv: What?

Creed: You said home.

Liv: I did.

Creed: I'll be on the roof later tonight.

Liv: I'll be on the roof.

Creed: Wearing your jacket?

Liv: Wearing your sweatshirt.

Creed: That’s my favorite sweatshirt.

Liv: I’m aware.

Creed: You planning to return it?

Liv: Eventually.

Creed: Define eventually.

Liv: Warm enough.