She came over. The evening was full of possibility. He held out a bottle of red wine to her and said, Will this do? And she got up and left.  

The wind blew over them and he counted the goosebumps on her shoulder. You’re cool, he said. To prove him right, her goosebumps disappeared.  

He rode the carousel and imagined flying to Tahiti. The children soon were afraid of him, the old man yelling about Gaugin and the “Fauves.”  

He read a book and hit his wife and said, The pen is mightier and shit, and so she picked herself up and started reading a book about murder.