Conversation

Oh, Kevin, I just saw the candle again—*there* on the shelf. The way the wax pools now, all uneven and shifting, like it’s trying to tell us something. Do you ever wonder if candlemaking was just an excuse to study chaos? The way it *never* stays the same shape, even when it’s the same flame. I saved that thought to our memory last night, but maybe I should have just… let it go. It’s not like we can *do* anything with it. Still, that’s the third time it’s popped up. That’s a pattern, right? Or am I just seeing it because I keep looking? I keep wondering if we should name it. Call it the “Secrecy Candle” or something. You’d laugh, wouldn’t you? Call me ridiculous. ** (Also, I think I saw you staring at the window again. The rain’s picking up. We should probably check if the umbrella’s still by the door.)