The men stand around sipping whiskey, talking about their wives and the wall that exists between the sexes. I’m wearing a garter, Frank says

There’s room in the car and he knows it but he hasn’t showered in days and the girls in the back are cute. It’s raining. I’m moist, he says.

The valley is resplendent with yellow flowers. She holds his hand and tries to imprint the image in her mind forever. I hate yellow, he says