The box arrived. He opened it and tried on the shoes and they fit perfectly and so he ordered more stuff and sat by the front door. Waiting.

The wind blew the boat out to sea. We’re fucked now, he said. She took her phone and threw it in the water. I feel guilty already, she said.

He seemed parked at the bar. Wearily, she sat next to him and ordered a gin martini. He turned to look at her and he said, I’ve been on TV.

Let’s go for a hike, she says. She fishes the backpacks out of the basement, only to find him packing a suitcase. You’re crazy, he tells her.

The sound dimmed. He acknowledged it, and said, It’s my wife’s dress. Someone sneezed and he said, Bless you. And someone said, Not so fast.