Chapter 3
For as long as there have been human beings, there has been a need to keep records.
We have a pathological need to leave a mark behind. Something that says I was there – something that will survive us.
This is my record. I hope it survives me.
P: Do you wish we could take it back?
D: Look, P—
P: Because I don’t. Is that okay? That I don’t regret it?
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D: It was wrong. It was my fault.
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D: I don’t know. I don’t know how it happened.
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P: You should have stopped me.
D: I know.
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P: But you didn’t, and I didn’t want you to.
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P: It’s all right, D—. It is.
D: It’s not all right. How is it all right?
P: It’s not that big a deal. It doesn’t have to be a big deal, okay?
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P: I promise I won’t tell anyone.