I am cold. I have always been cold. I must stay in the cold or I’ll melt. In the winter, I live in the forest. In the summer, I come inside, and I stay in the cold cellar.
My brother is the opposite. He must have heat. He spends his summers outside, and, in the winter, he comes in and turns the house into a furnace.
Needless to say, we have lived separate lives, but now that our parents have died, we are alone with one another. “We’ve only got one another,” I tell him. “We need to find a way to travel together.”
“I love you with all my heart,” he says.
I’ve thought of a way we can do it. We’ll both wear fur coats. In his coat, he will not feel the cold, and in my coat, I will not feel the heat.