Many Times I've Cried

That was fun, says Nerida. 

Want me to sing it again? asks Terence.

No, says Katherine. Who's next in the program?

The Kroombit tinker, says Nerida.

I look forward to hearing this, says Gaius. 

Maybe you should record it on your phone, says Nerida.

Excellent idea, says Gaius. 

Start singing, says Terence. Wait, stop.

I hadn't started, says the Kroombit tinker.

Can I have another marshmallow? asks Terence.

No, says Katherine. Remember what happened the last time?

Nothing, says Terence.

Fortunately, says Katherine. 

I promise I won't swallow it, says Terence.

No, says Katherine. But who else would like one?

I'll have one, says Gaius. 

Ready? asks the Kroombit tinker.

Ready, says Nerida. 

The long and winding road (sings the Kroombit tinker) 

that leads to your door

will never disappear...

Stop! says Gaius. I haven't pressed record. Would you mind starting again.

All right, says the tinker.

The long and winding road.......I've seen that road before

Ha ha, laughs Terence.

What's so funny? asks the Kroombit tinker.

You didn't start again, says Terence.

I did start again, says the Kroombit tinker. But I left the next two lines out.

Just keep going, says Nerida. I'm recording it too.

Good idea, says Gaius.

Many times I've been alone and many times I've cried .....sings the tinker

Fascinating, says Gaius.

The tinker didn't write it, says Nerida. I googled it. It was Paul McCartney.

Nevertheless, says Gaius, The Kroombit tinker has chosen it as her favorite.

Paul McCartney! says Katherine. He wrote some fine songs.

He wrote this one in Scotland, says Nerida.

Scotland! says Katherine. What was he doing there?

May I continue? asks the Kroombit tinker.

Certainly, says Gaius. 

Don't mind us, says Nerida. We can edit it afterwards, and cut out our comments.

I hope you know how to do that, says Gaius. Because I don't.

I do, says Nerida.

The wild and windy night (sings the Kroombit tinker) that the rain washed away, has left a pool of tears, crying for the day....

Would you mind singing that again? asks Gaius.

Yes I would mind, says the tinker.

You can replay it, if you want to hear it again, whispers Nerida. 

Of course, yes, says Gaius. Carry on, tinker

He pops the marshmallow that he had accepted from Katherine into his mouth.

Terence watches it go.