[Mami finds herself disliking this silence, although it isn't yet as awkward or painful as it could be. She doesn't like the thoughts she's being drawn to contemplate while such a void holds sway.]

Oh, I'd believe it. Don't we all teach how we were taught, usually?

[She takes a step forward, tests the strength of the ice with one foot.]

Hey, you know, I wish it was spring already. I'd like to go swimming again. Maybe even find that rope swing - remember?