CHAPTER FOUR

"That probably sounds pretty dull to you," he said.

"Agonizingly dull, but don't worry," I said, and then patted his arm. "Maybe someday you'll remember how to have fun."

He shrugged. "Maybe someday you'll forget."

We talked about the things people tend to avoid when they're trying to make a good impression: hopes subverted by mistakes, relationships sabotaged by shortcomings. 

My bus was leaving in the morning, and we would never see each other again, so there was no need to posture.

Fingers and chins numb with cold, we found refuge in a Four B's Restaurant and sat across from each other in a red vinyl booth. 

We had enough money between us for a short stack of buckwheat pancakes. A few morning papers were delivered to the front door, and we worked our way through the crossword puzzle, coffee cups between our hands.