“This place,” I say to Charlie. “Tell me there’s somewhere other than here.” She doesn’t tell me to have a little patience. She doesn’t tell me I’ll get the things I want when I’m older. She tells me what I want to hear and then says to sit outside. She makes me chips and says, “When you want something really bad that you might never have, then the only thing to do is eat chips. It’s either that or chocolate.” She brings some of that out, too. She puts them on the table between us and says, “I get the last one, though. As long as we’re friends, I get the last chip.” “Fair enough. Fight you for the last piece of chocolate, though.” We eat quietly, and then after a bit she says, “I think—and I’m not sure, but maybe—it’s not entirely crazy to say that Dave might kind of like me.” I look at her. “Are you fucking kidding?” “Okay, maybe it is crazy.” “No, I mean, are you fucking kidding? Of course he likes you.” “Maybe.” “Maybe?
What do You think about A Little Wanting Song (2010)?
