The smell from the kitchen makes her swoon. She watches him, naked under the apron, chopping parsley. This is going to really hurt, he says.

The silence circles them until they are vanished in its whirlpool. She can’t bring herself to look at him now. Not since he ate the last banana

The morning is calm. And then it’s not. And his craving for a burger ruins the afternoon. Then the calm returns. Before he reaches for a gun