Third Star2010

Beachcomber:
I lost a friend to cancer. My best friend ever.

Davy:
Sorry.

Beachcomber:
It's not your fault. It's just really, really, really, really unlucky.

Davy:
Right.

Beachcomber:
I have other friends. People find me attractive. But I started looking for a new best friend in my existing friends and then acquaintances and then new people.

Davy:
How long are you going to carry on looking?

Beachcomber:
For a new best friend?

Davy:
No for the, uhm...

Beachcomber:
Oh. Uhm, no, I tend to look for things.

Davy:
Yeah.

Beachcomber:
I'm okay. Great to be needed, isn't it? Yeah. I've forgotten. Maybe you're one of the lucky ones. Rare. Gift there already. And good.

Davy:
Thank you for that. Thank you.

Beachcomber:
No, thank you.