I knit another row and try to find the right questions. I already know that he's from Edinborough, that he joined the band when he was sixteen, after his mother died. So many of us have death in our histories.
I know that Alex worked with Stian Halvorsen, sweeping the old man's shop and then learning how to carve from him—a long apprenticeship. I know that even in Kirkenes, where he has steady work, Alex likes to travel—to Hammerfest and Vardø.
I know he's a couple years older than I am, and his voice could charm me like a snake.
I start to unwind a little. Does he have any trips to the mainland planned? Has he heard from his brother in London?
In this way, we fly through the hours.