Sam said to me that I need to talk to Charlie more.
"Talk more?" I said. "Talk at all."
"Exactly, said Sam. "Talk to him. You don't speak to him."
"It is really hard when he..."
"Just try," said Sam.
Yes, well, I thought. It is true. I haven't been engaging him. So, this morning I said, "Good morning Charlie," as he wafted passed like the embodiment of silence, and he smiled and said good morning. And then he even asked me a question. And it felt like progress of sorts.
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