It was more flirting than jogging but they ran into a cloud of mosquitoes and then they slid on some dog shit and that ended the flirtation.

They met in front of the library and they knew. He took her hands. She broke into song. There was dancing. This is the wrong movie, he said.

They spoke on the phone because he loved the sound of her voice and he imagined happy, lovely things. And because he looked like a gargoyle.