Kate：Sorry I haven't made it to the mailbox lately. It's been a long week. All night shifts.
Alex：Good to hear from you. I thought you left me. You should know that you're my only connection to the future. How come we never talk about the things we like?
Kate：Well, let's see. Reading the classics to Jack.
Alex：Who's his favorite?
Kate：Dostoyevsky.
Alex：For me, this city, on a day when the light is so clear that I can touch every detail every brick and window in the buildings I love. Come on, take a walk with me this Saturday. Let me show you.
Kate：You're crazy. Why are you going through all this trouble for me?
Kate：No trouble. Summer's here.
Alex：Okay, your turn. Favorite things.
Kate：Where to start? Okay. When I smell the flowers before I see them. When it starts to rain just as the picnic is ending. And I love the smell of Jack's paws.
Alex：You didn't forget to mention your husband, did you?
Kate：Well, of course I love my husband, who is also a doctor. Plastic surgeon for small farm animals.
Alex：Good. I'm married too. I've got eight children, and none of them look like me. I'm worried, Kate.
Kate：I would be too.
Alex：I'm single.
Kate：Me too. Number 27.
Alex：She's a beauty. My father used to tell me she was the grandma for all the houses in the city. He used to take me on walks like I'm taking you now.
Kate：Alex?
Alex：Kate?
Kate：I wish we could have done this walk together.
