You called me, I said. He leaned his head against the headrest, but at least he was upright again. He vanished inside, only his piteous screaming coming back out to tell us he'd found another open window, another wash of sunlight. By the time we'd pulled out of the cemetery I was shivering.
It sounded like something I'd do. He nodded. He came running out of the bathroom and fell, and scrambled on all fours like an animal toward the next open door. You don't ask me about my lovers, and I won't ask you about yours.
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