[For a long moment he is still. The bird overhead calls again.]
[Is he dead?]
[Henry wishes.]
[Slowly the birch pushes himself onto his knees and sucks in the deepest breath he can and holds it. When he lets it out, he slouches over, covering his face with a twisted hand. May as well come out with it.]
no subject
[Is he dead?]
[Henry wishes.]
[Slowly the birch pushes himself onto his knees and sucks in the deepest breath he can and holds it. When he lets it out, he slouches over, covering his face with a twisted hand. May as well come out with it.]
I can't smoke. I can't be near fire.