He says, I love you so much. She’s never heard anything like this before. How much? she asks. But he remains silent. Because he doesn’t know.

I was down. My friend bought me a beer, and then another friend bought me another beer. Soon I would be drunk. Because they were my friends.

The day had worked its evil. We limped to a bar and ordered drinks and commiserated about our lot. And then the drinks worked their evil too.

She notices he always waves with his left hand. But you’re a rightie, she notes. I sweat under my right arm, he says. Then she fell in love.