HDB- May Bell Petals

YOU - C'mon, what am I forgetting? (Hit yourself on the side of your head.)

LOGIC - Wait, here it comes -- the god damn May bells, the dried may bells on Klaasje's roof!

YOU - My head hurts now.

LOGIC - Who cares -- there were May bells in the grass when you got here, *and* on Klaasje's balcony! Is this a coincidence?

YOU - "May bells -- behind the victim's window! I saw them growing *here*." (Point to them.)

THE DESERTER - "Damn May bells..." He looks at the blossoming field: "The whole island is turning white with them..."

THE DESERTER - "So many this year too. The spring is coming, no... it's already here. Wash the filth away..."

YOU - "A young woman called Klaasje -- ring any bells? Flowers like these were behind her window." (Continue.)

THE DESERTER - "*Klaasje*..."

SUGGESTION - He repeats the name with care. As if it were at risk of breaking.

LOGIC - He knows her -- but hadn't heard the name.