There was a game they liked to play when they were midway in life’s journey, but still healthy, still lustful and keen.
It was: Who could get you to cry in the fewest words?
Of course, some of the best effects were made when everyone was drunk.
He remembered this girl had a good one once.
The last whale swam deeper…
But one of the best was a line from Chekhov’s Three Sisters.
You mean, I’m being left behind?
He couldn’t remember many others. They hadn’t played the game in years.