« Those people over there, they’re watching, » she said.
« It’s okay, » the man said. « It’s my place, » he said.
« Let them watch, » the girl said.
« That’s right, » the man said. « They thought they’d seen everything over here. But they haven’t seen this, have they? » he said.
He felt her breath on his neck.
« I hope you like your bed, » he said.
The girl closed and then opened her eyes. She pushed her face into the man’s shoulder. She pulled the man closer.
« You must be desperate or something, » she said.
Weeks later, she said: « The guy was about middle-aged. All his things right there in his yard. No lie. We got real pissed and danced. In the driveway. Oh, my God. Don’t laugh. He played us these records. Look at this record-player. The old guy gave it to us. And all these crappy records. Will you look at this shit? »
She kept talking. She told everyone. there was more to it, and she was trying to get it talked out. After a time, she quit trying.