“What if he asks?”
“We’ll say it’s so we can be in a cabin instead of having to be in different barracks.”
“Danny, you’re insane. You’re out of your mind, you know that?”
If I knew English better, Tami thought later on, I could try to dig up that song that Danny was singing about how the guy… “held a knife against her breast as into his arms she pressed….” He loves her and she loves him, but for reasons the song doesn’t go into, “she would… not be his bride” so he does her in. It makes no sense what Danny wants me… wants us to do. Danny, “please… don’t murder me. I’m not prepared… for e-ter-ni-tee…”