And then she hit me again, harder this time, and she waited for a reaction from me. I smiled. I deserved that, I said. And she hit me again.

She says, I got my mom’s hands and my dad’s feet, and later that night she snuggles up to him in bed. And he doesn’t fall sleep. Ever again.

He put his arm around her and they leaned into the wind and soldiered on. He made a joke about her mother. And the wind kicked up some more.

He walks up to her at the bar. I fondled you once, he says, and she turns her back to him. He orders a drink. It wasn’t good for him either.