The clothes were hideously disfiguring and made the ladies look like sumo wrestlers. There was some squealing. And then vows of retribution.

Outside the car there is a silence, the natural world being natural. Inside the car there is only anger, and talk of the worst weekend ever.

There was talk about the weather and what the football team was doing and the place nearby with the great kung pao. And then someone farted.

The talk reached a tremendous level. She stood up. I’m going to be dramatic, she said. And he took a pull of his beer. For once, he replied.

Jane swims quickly out of the pool and searches for a man who might believe what she’s seen in the water. But the men all wear blue Speedos.

They found out things by answering each other’s cellphones, snooping on their laptops. I don’t smell, he told her. The divorce came quickly.