In a conversation between four speakers, various fragments of linguistic detritus form a love language for when you have nothing left to say because you understand one other so well that you complete each other’s sentences before you even begin to speak. As shhhs, ummmms, and ooohs! fill the room with teasing snippets of interpersonal drama, the syllables usually discarded to the margins now take center stage. And tonight they are dancing like there is no tomorrow. Because when the water rises above our heads, there will be no time for long excuses about why you did not say what you wanted to say when you wanted to say it. And anyway, sometimes all it takes is a wink of the tongue for the ear to get the hint. Ta Da! . . . Oh La La!