cause it is talking about how they have known each other for so long but never really talked and that its good to let people know how u feel "It helps you to let off steam."
Peter. I suppose you miss your friends and all.
Anne. It isn't just . . . (She breaks off, staring up at him for a second.) Isn't it funny, you and I? Here we’ve been seeing each other every minute for almost a year and a half, and this is the first time we've ever really talked. It helps a lot to have someone to talk to, don't you think? It helps you to let off steam.(continued)
Peter (Going to the door). Well, any time you want to let off steam, you can come into my room.
Anne (Following him). I can get up an awful lot of steam. You'll have to be careful how you say that.
Peter. It’s all right with me.
Anne. Do you mean it?
Peter. I said it, didn’t I?
your welcome have a wonderful day
The door creaked and a rectangle of light fell onto the magazine that I was reading. I looked up to a boy who had come into the lobby was a stranger, about nineteen, tall and thin.
"Looking for someone?" I asked.
"No," the boy said. His long fingers trembled as they fumbled with the buttons of his coat.
"Well, may I help you with something?"
"No." The boy dropped his coat onto the worn tweed sofa and sat down slowly. In the light from the window his pale cheeks gleamed as if wet.
He's sick, I thought, while walking over to him. A narrow hand reached out and seized my wrist, cold, strong fingers twining around my arm like vines or snakes. I try to fight the impulse to pull away, looking down instead into the boy's troubled, grey eyes.
