Neither can I. But every time someone told a true story - or a story that had truth at the core - I saw the fire blaze up. Given that and how dreamlike this place is, I'm willing to try voodoo. Respect dreams too much not to.
[So, hmn. He's passing the buck to her, to tell a story. She looks at her own marshmallow, her own chocolate and grahams, smirks and passes along this kid's share.
Then she starts toasting her marshmallow and lets that bit of theatre be her lead-in.]
The marshmallow thing is an American thing. S'mores are an elementary school camp-out treat, a toasted marshmallow on chocolate so it melts, between graham crackers - try it, it's a triumph of American excess. It's what summer tasted like there, in Emeryville - the part of the Bay Area that pretended it wasn't Oakland, but was too poor to be San Francisco. You know that part of the world at all?
[Huh. Does the fire look any brighter to anyone else?]
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[So, hmn. He's passing the buck to her, to tell a story. She looks at her own marshmallow, her own chocolate and grahams, smirks and passes along this kid's share.
Then she starts toasting her marshmallow and lets that bit of theatre be her lead-in.]
The marshmallow thing is an American thing. S'mores are an elementary school camp-out treat, a toasted marshmallow on chocolate so it melts, between graham crackers - try it, it's a triumph of American excess. It's what summer tasted like there, in Emeryville - the part of the Bay Area that pretended it wasn't Oakland, but was too poor to be San Francisco. You know that part of the world at all?
[Huh. Does the fire look any brighter to anyone else?]