He opens the fridge and sighs, and closes the fridge, and picks up the phone and calls his mother overseas and says, We have nothing to eat.

He asks her out and she says, Take off your shirt, and he does and she says, I’m not that kind of girl, and he goes and gets drunk at a bar.

And he says, I stabbed your doll. And she says, That was a long time ago. Later that day he says, I won’t grow up. And then she gets scared.

What is a lie? she asks and the question hovers between them like a blimp floating in a gentle breeze. You’re about to find out, he replies.