Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister

―Who‘s there?‖ he whispered . Nothing . ―Someone‘s here,‖ he whispered . And at last he
asked again, ―Who,‖ he said, ―is there?‖ Here, something murmured. ―What?‖ Me, something
spoke in the night. ―Who‘s me?‖ Here, was the quiet answer. ―Where?‖ Here, quietly. ―Where?‖
And Douglas looked all around and then down.
―There? ‖
Yes, oh, yes.
Down along his body, below his chest, below his navel, between his two hipbones, where
his legs joined. There it was.
―Who are you?‖ he whispered . You’ll find out .
―Where did you come from?‖
A billion years past. A billion years yet to come.
―That‘s no answer.‖
It’s the only one.
―Were you . . .‖
What?
―Were you down in that tent today?‖
What? “Inside. In those glass jars. Were you?" In a way, yes .
―What do you mean, ‗in a way‘?‖
Yes.
―I don‘t understand.‖
You will, when we get to know each other.
―What‘s your name?‖