At her front door, she catches him wiping off something vile on the welcome mat. He says, The shoes are new. But that doesn’t matter anymore.

She took a sip of her water and he said, That glass is half full, and she said, What were we talking about? and the glass became half empty.

The day came to its merciful end. He opened a beer. He called her and said, Let’s. She said, I don’t do that kind of thing. His night began.