I never learned to tie my shoelaces the right way, the one said.
What do you mean by the right way? asked the other.
Where you make a loop of one lace, then loop the other lace around that one and somehow pull them together into a knot. I kept trying to do it that way, but I just never could, the one said.
Hmm. So how do you do it? the other inquired.
Well, first I make each lace into a loop and then I tie them together into a knot, the one said.
It’s okay, said the other.
Really? I used to feel self-conscious about it in school, the one said.
It’s fine. There’s nothing to worry about, the other said.
The one leaned back into the other. Warm tingles ran through the other’s body.
I like you, the one said.
I like you, too, said the other.
It’s Monday again, the one said.
I noticed, the other said.
I don’t like Mondays, the one said.
Who does? They are the worst, the other said.
So how can we deal with them? the one asked.
Listen to sad music, the other said.
Really? Doesn’t that…make it worse? the one said.
Sometimes it’s better to surrender. It takes the strain, said the other.
Maybe you’re right…what’s good? asked the one.
I think you know already but here’s a hint for one…Crickets! said the other.
Oh! exclaimed the one.
Yes. Shall we? asked the other.
Indeed, said the one.
[a little later]
Good night, said the other.
See you again? asked the one.
I’m here every Monday, replied the other.
‘Til then, said the one.
N’oubliez pas d’éteindre la lumière, said the other.
I’m not afraid anymore, the one whispered.
I know, whispered the other.