"Kno...known?"
"Yes."
Lissy Lock thought about it and said, "Known... Actually, John Fame, when I was eight, I didn't even get a clear look at you..."
"Didn't get a clear look?"
"Yeah. I remember it vividly, do you?" Lissy Lock looked up towards his chin, as she said from his embrace.
John Fame just shook his head.
Lissy Lock smiled, "That's true, who were you back then to remember these little details? You nearly forgot all about me, a forgetfulness that lasted a decade. You never looked at me properly, how could you recall anything...
"If you remember, tell me about it. I'd like to hear."
"Why do you want to know?"
"I want to hear you talk."
Lissy Lock's heart softened, and she felt strangely at peace: "Fine."
"Mm." He responded lowly, "Speak."
