are they things, she doesn’t know to ask, or are they things to which, she does not want to know the answers.
my not knowing the answer to this puzzle, drives me to distraction, her Mona Lisa smile, accompanied by her noncommittal “whatever,” hiding the answer, nearly leads me over a blurting edge, but for my inevitable retreat, for the true question, has a truer answer, that comes as well, in question form.