discussing relationships with a fifteen-year-old hispanic busboy:

“hey, did you know andy and i broke up?”

“really?”

“yes.”

“why?  you don’t love each other no more?”

“jesus, daniel.  you sound like a kid whose parents are getting a divorce.”

“so how come you broke up then?”

“well, we weren’t really getting along that well.  we were fighting a lot, and we decided that maybe we’d get along if we didn’t go out.”

“oh.  what do you feel?”

“um.  sad.”

“no, no.  what do you feel?  do you feel love or passion or friendship or–“

“what?  i’m not sure i understand what you’re asking me.  i still love him, if that’s what you mean.”

“but he don’t love you no more?”

“i don’t know.”

“maybe i let it go for now.”

“yeah.”