Re: hugh & hannah
She would've liked to hear his thoughts about old ladies and coffee shops, and Hannah still wanted to push all the tables aside in a little cafe one day, to dance while everyone looked at her like she was completely crazy. She wanted a life lived wild, and that was something that hadn't changed, not even a little at all.
She listened. Listened, listened, chin on her palm. "And it's dark, nighttime. The moon is big and fat in the sky, and she feels chills along her spine. She doesn't want to look out the window, and she's tiptoeing there to close it, but she can't close. When she's there, she can't close it at all. She's afraid, and it feels wrong, but she leans and looks outside, at the garden below, and there's something there, and it's like it beckons to her."