I heard you have a very blue suit, she said.
I wouldn’t exactly say that, he replied.
Is it the colour of the midday sky? she asked.
No, he said.
Is it the colour of a robin’s egg? she asked.
No, he said again.
Is it the colour of the sea? she almost shrieked.
No, he said. It is the colour of a moonlit lake at twilight.
So it is a blue suit? she asked.
It is a tame shade of blue, he said.
But it is still a blue suit.
It is a blue suit after all, he agreed sadly.