Steven Grlscz: When I was a boy I fell out of a tree but I managed just to grab a branch. I hung there for a long time, terrified. The silence and the pain in my arms. And the pounding in my ears. And then I fell. I don't remember what happened when I hit the ground. All I can remember now is the agony of holding on. And the wonderful feeling, the wonderful of letting go.
Anna Labels: My mother always had some story about what happened to little girls who didn't make their beds or who didn't come home in time for tea. That's why I never judge book by its cover, I never look before I leap, and that worrying is the Devil's favourite pastime.
Steven Grlscz: I've never heard that one before.
Anna Labels: About the Devil? Come on. Let's go.
Steven Grlscz: Shouldn't it be I always look before I leap?
Anna Labels: What did I say?
Steven Grlscz: Never.
Anna Labels: Oh.
Steven Grlscz: On second thoughts I could have let them finish you off. Difficult, isn't it? Doing the right thing.
Anna Labels: And are you sorry?
Steven Grlscz: Whatever my faults, malice isn't one of them.
