The two no longer spoke but embraced each other quietly.
This feeling was better than a thousand words.
Joseph's bosom was strong and generous; as long as she nestled in it, she felt happiness; Irish, again and again, wanted to seize happiness and finally found, in fact, it was happy to be hugged by him.
A long time later, Joseph's low voice broke down, and he sighed softly. "Move to Long Island and live with me."
Irish smiled at him and said, "What? I can't hold you in this duplex?"
Joseph closed his lips and used his long finger to flick her forehead. "You know what I mean."
"Cohabitation, can't I know what you think?" Irish said boldly, putting her arms around his neck and shaking her head at him, "I'm not coming."
"Why?"
Irish's eyes showed a shimmering light, and they were so bright that they were lovely. "I don't want to be a bird in your captivity so soon," she said.
