This was true:
“I know something you don’t know.”
A beautiful, eternal truth. Even if one something was guessed or discovered, there’d always be those other somethings only he knew.
A begged coin conceded to his scrawled request, its ‘clink’ joining echoes of fading, metronomic footsteps. Drawing his blanket around hunched shoulders, he smiled:
“I know something you don’t know.”
