But rooms like this, with the soft
bed, soft light, quiet and hidden from view, theserooms
speak of a capacity for love, not just sex but something more, an
emotion they’ve managed to dampen like the flames of a fire but
haven’t quite extinguished completely. Something real, and I
can picture Conlan nervously taking Marie’s hand, leading her to a
place like this, standing above her awkwardly because he’s not
quite sure what to do. I can see her comforting smile, I can almost
hear her whisper it’s okay,and maybe they just laid
together the first time, heads side by side on one pillow as they
cuddled beneath the covers and talked in low voices. Ellington
would be outside, tapping one foot anxiously, waiting, waiting,
thinking only of the future and babies and moving on, while inside
the two friends would giggle for hours, time would stop, nothing
would matter and maybe, just maybe, Marie would let Conlan give her
a kiss when their time was up.