She called her ex to check in. Show concern. I’m sitting here eating Greek yogurt, he wailed. She didn’t think he’d fall apart so completely.

We ate and ate and fell into the inevitable food coma and I said, We’ll pay for this. And we made noises like distressed mammals before bed.

He picks at the fries. He can’t eat them and he resents her for it. She says, It wasn’t my fault. But the fries remain uneaten. Mocking him.