She turns her head, Bailey catches her eye, and she smiles at him. Not in the way that one smiles at a random member of the audience when one is in the middle of performing circus tricks with unusually talented kittens but in the way that one smiles when one recognizes someone they have not seen in some time.

Because I do not wish to know,” he says. “I prefer to remain unenlightened, to better appreciate the dark.

The circus arrives without warning.

Trapped in silence, Marco traces apologies and adorations across Celia's body with his tongue. Mutely expressing all the things he cannot speak aloud. He finds other ways to tell her, his fingers leaving faint trails of ink in their wake. He savors every sound he elicits from her. The entire room trembles as they come together. And though there are a great many fragile objects contained within it, nothing breaks.

I suppose there will never be a lack of things to say, of stories to be told and shared.

I think I get some of my love of adult books that can be fun from Douglas Adams.

I am haunted by the ghost of my father, I think that should allow me to quote Hamlet as much as I please.