[Like before, Paul doesn't know what Oscar is talking about, or who he's talking to. It doesn't seem to be Paul himself, or if it is, he's being included in some other audience. It's as if he's speaking from the depths of sleep with open eyes, or caught in the midst of a vision.

How Oscar is speaking concerns him less than what he's speaking of. Paul shifts closer, catching the potted fern between them with light pressure from his knee.]

You don't have to be sorry. [He says, soothingly.] She isn't here now. You're at a party, with me, Paul. From the beach, and when you came over with the cupcakes. Do you remember that?