I asked, “What do you know about your donor?”
“What do you know about your donor?”
“He was a really good swimmer. Just like me.”
“Yeah, he said he loves swimming. And music. Just like you.”
I wonder about this guy a lot. Does he always sneeze after he coughs three times? Is he so awesome? He has to be so awesome.
We spent hours looking through profiles. We highlighted and made stacks on the coffee table. It felt so important, so impossible, so completely strange. What can you know about a person in 15 pages?
Not a whole lot.
I don’t know what I think about fate and nature and nurture and all the things. I know it doesn’t really matter much at this point.
I know he loves swimming. Just like she does.
I still wonder about the sneezing thing though.