And tonight, I don’t think I want to. Why, exactly, is that? It’s weird. Don’t you think it’s at least a little bit weird? And I’m, well, getting tired of it. When exactly did you change your mind? I didn’t. Okay, I’m tired of pretending that I’m not tired of doing it. Is it because of that apple joke, today at the market? Did that bother you? Hell no. You think I’m not used to apple jokes by now? You’ve always told me you liked it. So, you’ve been lying? No. Well, not exactly lying. I suppose I’ve liked it because you like it so much. But it seems that tonight, I don’t really want to. That’s a little ever so slightly humiliating, don’t you think? For me, I mean. No. I’ve been doing it because I love you. When you love somebody, it makes you happy to make him happy. Even if you think it’s weird. Even if you think it’s disgusting. I didn’t say disgusting. “Weird” and “disgusting” are not synonyms. You didn’t get tired of doing it for the midgets.
