"Have you sung in public?" he continued after a silence I thought would last forever. I had tried to take a few bites and chewed deliberately as if I had all the time in the world to prolong this moment of solitude with him.
I frowned and let go of the utensils again. There was nothing wrong with the question. It did not sound odd, but it felt like it to me. I thought we got past urging me to cry. Now, it was about singing in public. I noticed a relationship between the two questions and it was kind of alarming.
"No," I muttered. "Why?"
"Have you danced? In front of many people?"
"What?... I… I don't know," I quickly replied as I felt the nervousness rising.
He continued. "Screamed? Or do anything foolish but natural and ordinary?"
I shook my head, totally clueless with all the que
