"Hello, darling," said her clear voice.
Oh, look--love--we've had--centuries together--so beautiful, so
various--people, yes--each other, yes--the topaz mornings and the
amorous unsleepiness--the vague rainy Thursday afternoons--the
incandescent, rose-petal you--the touching--we've had--places--Havana,
for instance--this vaulting steel town--but also flowers, dear. I was
thinking how long flowers really lasted. Surely, you won't mind, that
the end is here? After entire histories of evolution shared by just the
two of us? I knew you wouldn't--now.