There was a certain commonality between all languages, we were discovering. I asked her why. “Because of the flood,” she said.

“No really,” I said. It had grown tepid; it was necessary to move around.

“Because of the tower,” she said. I moved over. I wanted to touch her cold, wet shoulders.

“Don’t laugh at me,” she said.

“I’m not.”

“But you don’t believe in the tower? Robert, you must believe in the tower!”