Four and Six

Suddenly he presses a hand to my stomach. His fingers are so long that, though the  heel of this hand touches one side of my rib cage, his fingertips still touch the other side. My heart pounds so hard my chest hurts, and I stare at him, wide-eyed.

“But that wasn´t the first time I ever saw her. I saw her in the hallways at school, and at my mother’s false funeral, and walking the sidewalks in the Abnegation sector. I saw her, but I didn’t see her; no one saw her the way she truly was until she jumped.

"Beatrice, your cellphone bill is over the top! Any boys you’ve been talking to??"

"Did you eat the last slice of cake?"

"Dad, who was your first love?"

"Where do babies come from?"

"Dad, why is my name Beatrice?"