081413 #worm #roach At last, Him gets the cigarette from Me. It is all Him can do not to grab the rattly matchbox and light his smoke himself, but he is feeling rather polite tonight, and he knows how Me can be about these things, so he waits while Me strikes once, twice, three times, and the match goes out. Me slides the box open, picks out another match, slides closed the box, and tries again. Flame! Him leans forward squintingly, suckingly, and smoke, finally, ensues. Him sits back in eternal satisfaction. Outside the cafe it is still winter. Everything is beautiful. Oh yes! says Him. Thank you! Thank you very much, that's very kind of you.