We were on the tattered carpet in her cluttered apartment, talking. What were her exact words? Maybe, "Kiss me, you fool," and I rolled onto all fours, crawled toward her.

But she backed away, wiggling, maybe laughing. Not a happy sound. Laughter like a wall. People laugh for lots of reasons, not all joyful. I stopped, and she stopped moving away. I could have asked what was happening. Instead, we watched each other. "Aren't you angry?" she said. I told her no.

We still talked after that moment but never about it.


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